The wind toys with the weather vane
On my lovely sweetheart's house
Then I already thought in my delusion
It whistled the poor fugitive down
He should've noticed it sooner
The house's mounted sign
Then he'd never have wanted to seek
A faithful woman's image in that house
The wind plays inside with the hearts
Like on the roof, just not as loud
Why should they care about my sorrows?
Their child is a wealthy bride
The wind plays inside with the hearts
Like on the roof, just not as loud
Why should they care about my sorrows?
Why should they care about my sorrows?
Their child is a wealthy bride