| The day that we wed, you blessed us and said
|
| «May Heaven bestow you Grace»
|
| Here in this Holy place
|
| We shared our first embrace
|
| Our cottage was small, though richer than all
|
| The palaces of a King
|
| All day, the birds would sing
|
| Our hearts were full of Spring
|
| Padre, Padre
|
| What happened to the love so true
|
| Padre, Padre
|
| In my grief, I turn to you
|
| Then, he came along and sang her his song
|
| And won her with sugered lies
|
| He, with the firey eyes
|
| Now, it’s my heart that cries
|
| So, I kneel and pray the hours away
|
| And lonely, my heart has grown
|
| Wond’ring where love has flown
|
| Counting my tears alone
|
| Padre, Padre
|
| What happened to the love that burned
|
| Padre, Padre
|
| In my grief, I turn to you … |