to the tune of Prelude to the Limpid River
Lovesickness is like a creditor in some way,
Who presses his debtor every day.
He always carries a load of grief,
But never obtains three percent interest as relief
Unless he meets her again the capital he cannot retrieve.
To the Tune of Prelude to the Limpid River
Lovesickness is a creditor in some way,
Who forces his debtor to pay every day.
He is always loaded with grief,
But adding up to little as relief.
Until he sees her again the capital can’t be counted in brief.
A Love Debt
Love is a debt that you owe;
That asks for settlement every day.
A heavy burden on your mind, isn’t it?
What profits you make, who knows?
And your capital – to have her back?