Greensleeves was all my joy,
No flower bloomèd but for thee;
I stole their beauty mine to be,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
No star did shine but on thee;
I wore their light that thou mayst see,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
No bird did sing but to thee;
Sweet voice oh so melancholy,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
None did I do but for thee;
Triumphed mountains conquered seas,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
None did I think but of thee;
Addiction far past remedy,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Greensleeves thou art all my joy,
This song I wrote for none but thee;
I wish now never free to be,
If only thou wouldst but love me.

Disclaimer: The lines "Greensleeves was all my joy" and "And yet thou wouldst not love me" come from the English folksong "Ladie Greensleeves" written by an an anonymous Renaissance poet.