Tekst+15+The+Queen

=The Queen of Hearts=

To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow He's here today, he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my love leaves me what shall I do?

Had I the store in yonder mountain Where gold and silver is there for counting I could not count for thought of thee My eyes so full I could not see

I love my father, I love my mother I love my sister, I love my brother I love my friends and relatives too I'll forsake them all and go with you

To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow He's here today, he's gone tomorrow Young men are plenty but sweethearts few If my love leaves me what shall I do?