She wasn’t Helen of troy
Whose Beauties drove men to destroy
Now She wasn’t like a quuen
Ahose richnes men like to win
She was a simple woman
Oh yes, she was
When she passed away
On the first spring day
The day when all is beautiful
And filled with new life
The day when nature wakens
From a long winter’s sleep
She passed away
On the first spring day
Passed away
I believe I’llnever find another love
I fell down and out
Gota fight back
or go insone
’cause nobody else
Really knows the way I feel
