| Why Was I Born |
|---|
| Spending these lonesome evenings |
| With nothing to do |
| But to live in dreams that I make up |
| All by myself |
| Dreaming that you’re beside me |
| I picture the prettiest stories |
| Only to wake up |
| All by myself |
| What is the good of me by myself? |
| Why was I born |
| Why am I living |
| What do I get |
| What am I giving |
| Why do I want a thing |
| I daren’t hope for |
| What can I hope for |
| I wish I knew |
| Why do I try |
| To draw you near me |
| Why do I do I cry |
| You never hear me |
| I’m a poor fool |
| But what can I do |
| Why was I born |
| To love you |
| I’m a poor fool |
| But what can I do |
| Why was I born |
| To love you |
