Trying to get at true love

A young widow crying

At her husband's funeral pyre

Lovers' tearful embrace
When he is off to
Find his fortune in the world

And we don't know

If she is crying

For love of the man

Or for her lost opportunities

And the years of loneliness

That she sees spreading out of her

If only she were free to choose

Any number of loves

We would know

The strength of every love