In the beginning Love satisfies us,
When Love first spoke to me of love - How I laughed at her in return!
But then she made me like the hazel trees,
Which blossom early in the season of darkness,
And bear fruit slowly.
In the beginning Love satisfies us,
When Love first spoke to me of love - How I laughed at her in return!
But then she made me like the hazel trees,
Which blossom early in the season of darkness,
And bear fruit slowly.