Wind rolls down the meadow,
Pain follows me like a shadow,
Do you still long for me,
Where have you gone, oh, sorrow.

Rosemary in your hair,
And a flower by the fountain,
Layla.

How could you ever love another.

My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.

When they ask for your hand,
My love, I won't be there,
Sorrow is easy to forgive.
But love is not forgiven, ever.

How could you ever love another.

My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.

Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.

My dove, lovely dove,
Not a song, bring her my tears.

Now I go, for I have loved,
The one who could never be mine.

Why did I love you,
Layla.

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