Bright are the flowers,
gold is the sun,
that shines about you.
Dark is the night,
black is the moon,
without you.
Where will I go?
Is life worth living?
What will I do,
If I can't be giving,
my love to you?
Bright are the flowers,
gold is the sun,
that shines about you.
Dark is the night,
black is the moon,
without you.
Where will I go?
Is life worth living?
What will I do,
If I can't be giving,
my love to you?