I’m bleeding in ways of the fire burned
I’m crying in ways of the night-bird
No more is there one to lay by my side
I’m straying in nightmares all the time
A little something I know
A little somewhere I go, reminds me of you
To blossom blue is to blossom without you
To blossom blue
I’m breaking but I cannot bear to
I’m staring but I cannot see you
For no more are you to lay by my side
I’m weeping, I’m weeping no more then this second time
A little something I know
A little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow, reminds me of you
A little something I know
A little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow,
Where the mistletoes grow, reminds me of you
To blossom blue is to blossom without you
