It weeps in my heart As it rains on the town. What is this dull smart Possessing my heart? Soft sound of the rain On the ground and the roofs! To a heart in pain, O the song of the rain! It weeps without cause In my heart-sick heart. In her faith, what? no flaws? This grief has no cause. 'Tis sure the worst woe To know not wherefore My heart suffers so Without joy or woe. |