We feel pains when you smile,
When you talk, set words on fire.
Lay down, see what remains,
All ashamed and all unwell.
There was no luck in mine,
So they ran away.
There was no luck in mine,
So they ran away.
Good morning, my lady well,
Looks they drained my pain and left.
Before golden drum, farewell, my lady bell.
There was no luck in mine,
So they ran away.
There was no luck in mine,
So they ran away.
Farewell, my lady bell,
You’re my saint.
Farewell, my lady well.
