Unforgiven Lyrics Novels & Stories

Alas! The stream lies bleak and arid That once went singing on; The flowers once that varied Its banks are dead and gone: Where these were once are thorns and thirst - The place is curst. Come to me; I am lonely: Forgive what you have heard. - Come to me; if for only One last sad parting word: For one last word before the pall Falls over all. The day and hour are suited For what I'd say to you Of love that I uprooted -