There is no edge to my silk scarf.

My silk scarf has no edge, ; My lover has no true heart. ; I will buy a scarf that will have an edge, ; I will keep a lover who will be true. ; ; I no longer believe in the young man, ; He has two colors, like the leaves of the poplar. ; Aspen, shed your leaves, ; And you, my baby, forget my name. ; ; Even if I were twenty years old, ; I would not be the lover of a brown girl. ; The love of a brown girl's heart, ; Will take me to the bottom of the dark grave.