My heart is like a flower for my love That blooms as I hold her tenderly But it's rooted deep in fear, just as heavy as a tear That whisper low, her lover is not for me. My love is true, for her it is true And I pray that her love is mine. My love is like the first star of the night That brightened up the world's first darkness Like love stories very old, a million times been told Her eyes are worth more than bright diamonds. My love is true, for her it is true And I pray that her love is mine. My love is true, for her it is true And I pray that her love is mine. Alone at night in my dark lonesome room I lie awake a-sadly dreaming Although you're not very near, still I can hear Your soft and tender heart a-beating. My love is true, for her it is true And I pray that her love is mine. My love is true, for her it is true And I pray that her love is mine.