Peasant Of Love
Sitting here on my bench
Oh how I pray for a glimpse from my dream lass
She sits at the pond, singing in a voice that sets my heart afloat.
How fond I am of her.
I am but forgotten!
For she does not seem to notice me
The Valiant Knight Demetrius, is all she sees.
How can I, a peasant! ever match such a man.
He is whole, I am but a half
Does she not see that he is a womanizer?
I beg of you lord! Please remind her.
If only for a day! She would open her heart and
Listen to all the sweet things I have to say.
Does she not know?
I am the richest man in the land.
For I am a not just a peasant, but one filled with love.
So my dear lady! pick me when the marriage bell rings.