And are you beautiful and pale
With yellow hair, like her
I’d want you beautiful and pale
The way I’ve dreamed you were,
Johanna
And if you’re beautiful what then
With yellow hair, like wheat
I think we shall not meet again,
My little dove, my sweet,
Johanna
Goodbye, Johanna
You’re gone and yet you’re mine
I’m fine, Johanna
I’m fine
And if I never
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