Woe Is Love My Dear

I am afraid to say what's on my mind, dear
And although I'm fond of you, my mind is not too clear
Woe is love, my dear
If you will answer just one little question
Then satisfied I'd be if you have reason
Woe is love, my dear
Do all the friends of God befriend the beggars?
For how they lead their lives and of their company
Woe is love, my dear
Woe is love, my dear
If you do ask, I'd give you any gift I have
For any gift I have, I give to all who ask
Woe is love, my dear
And if you do ask me what gift I want from you
I'd smile and say there's only one I do require
Woe is love, my dear
Woe is love, my dear
Woe is love, my dear