All Alone

Through the gate [??] are born

[??] sweet and thick black thorn

There were birds flying high on the trail

When I saw your face

[??]

Voices outside call my name

There are green leaves in your hair

And I kiss your lips

[??], the cup, the gown

{??], it comes

All alone, wasted away

Searching through the forest glades

For the green leaves in her hair

And the lips that kiss

[??], the cup, the gown

Falling down, falls down

All alone, wasted away

Searching through the forest glades

For the green leaves in her hair

And the lips that kiss

[??], the cup, the gown

Falling down, falls down

Green leaves in her hair

Lips that kiss

Green leaves in her hair