The curse

I don't care what fate decrees,
To love her is enough,
She fills my heart with longing,
I'll gladly bear this curse,

Each day I'd rise to lonely grey
My life was filled with dust,
My soul was blackened emptiness
I had no hope, no love

Then from the shores of misery,
She rose from 'neath the depths,
Into my life rose joy and hope,
Into my heart she crept,

The curse that I now do bear,
Is not that I do love,
It's that I do not know her heart,
I do not have her trust.

So to the corners of the heavens,
To the depths of every sea,
I'll bear this curse with happy grace,
For her love did set me free.

"Well I'm a common working man, with a half of bitter, bread and jam and if it pleases me I'll put one on you man... when the copper fades away."