Then she left,
Undoing strands
Twined by hand,
Our warp and woof.
Now how to learn
That never again
Shall we spin,
Shall I yearn
To twist and ply
And interleave
Sheets I believe
Are strings to tie?
L'amore è eterno, finche dura
Then she left,
Undoing strands
Twined by hand,
Our warp and woof.
Now how to learn
That never again
Shall we spin,
Shall I yearn
To twist and ply
And interleave
Sheets I believe
Are strings to tie?