There's a life across the river that was meant for me
Instead I live my life in constant misery
There's a life across the river but I do not see
Why I should please those who will never be pleased

There's a boy across the river with short black curly hair
He wants to be my lover and I want to be his peer
There's a boy across the river, but alas I cannot swim
And I never will get to put my arms around him

And I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state,
Watch my steady lonesome gait and be aware.
I will never love a man,'cause love and pain go hand in hand
And I can't do it, again.