鹰妹，我不值得你爱

for so long my sweetie I have not seen
my once happy mood's under the weather
my sweetheart, my darling, how have you been
have ruthless blizzards fractured your feather?

whenever my longing grows more and more
I set out for the east with a brave face
however twenty feet out of the door
california's breeze then slows down my pace

the thought of passing by jungle tigers
the thought of toiling over those mountains
the thought of wading 'cross freezing rivers
the thought of plowing through snow in the plains

o, what an unworthy weakling I am
though I can't bear, dear, do not love this lamb