C F
Don't sing love songs - you'll wake your mother;
C Dm
She's lying there - right by your side;
A# Gm
And in her right hand, a silver dagger;
Dm C
She says that I can't be your bride.
C F
"All maids are false," says your mother -
C Dm
"They'll tell you wicked, winning lies,
A# Gm
And the very next evening they'll love another,
Dm C
Leave you alone to pine and cry."
C F
"Go find yourself a rich young maiden
C Dm
And hope that she will be your wife,
A# Gm
For I've been warned and I've decided
Dm C
To live alone all of my life."