The Queen Of Hearts - Nana Mouskouri

To the Queen of hearts

Is the Ace of sorrow

He’s here today

He’s gone tomorrow

Young men are plenty

But sweehearts few

If my love leaves me What shall I do And I have a story

In yonder mountain

Where gold and silver

Is there for the counting

I could not count

For thought of thee

My eyes so full

I could not see

I love my father

I love my mother

I love my sister

I love my brother

I love my friends

And relatives too

I’ll forsake them all

And go with you