Over vast green patches I stray,
On one gray horse, once cad,
And I tour across cities and stages,
For, then I had a heart to nosh.
I saw it all, sun rising and resting,
The winds blowing and clouds pouring,
I saw the berries ripen, blooms blossom,
For, then I had a heart to see.
I felt it all, the fervor of the noon,
And the chill on a moon-lit night,
What not? The accord at daybreak too,
For, then I had a heart to feel.
I drew lines for her, painted pictures,
I cured her agony and made her smile,
I spread charm and pain with it,
For, then I had a heart to love.
But now, the patches are dry, horse dead,
Berries don’t ripen, blooms don’t blossom,
The moon is gone, daybreak is clash,
Oh! I see it; I’ve befallen heartless.