For you I'll close all the gates of love, and on mine eyelids shall conjecture hang, and turn all thoughts of you to dust, never to touch me again.
Oh where will I go, now love is closed again for me, heaven's gone away from me, bad seeds I've sown, bad seeds.
For you I'll close all the gates of love, and on mine eyelids shall conjecture hang, and turn all thoughts of you to dust, never to love me again.
Oh where will I go, now love is closed again for me, heaven's gone away from me, bad seeds I've sown, bad seeds.
And I will take you down with my right hand, take you to the desert sand, turn all thoughts of you to dust, with your crooked teeth and your dirty hands. Oh where will I go, now love has got no place for me, heaven's gone away from me, bad seeds I've sown, bad seeds.
Ohhhhhh
