I've seen the mountains from the air
And down have gazed in awe
At Alpine peaks piercing the clouds-
And who could ask for more?

I've seen the domes of Venice
On the Adriatic's shore
And glided in a gondola-
And who could ask for more?

And many treasures I have seen
And works of art galore;
Romantic, glorious, serene,
What soul could yearn for more?

But every lovely thing I see
Brings sorrow to my core,
Reminding of the absent- she-
Who walks with me no more!

I've held in mine an angel's hand
While her heart did outpour…
She trusted me to understand,
To none she'd given more.

But now I've lost the girl I love
The soul I must adore,
She's gone forever from my life
And who ever lost more?

I know not why she cast me out
And closed on me the door;
But now I have an exiled heart
And who has suffered more?