When I see at clock
And its about to nine
Then I have a think of you

That why are you not mine

I often star at farms

And want you in my arms
If our love was divine
Then why are you not mine

When I see at clock
And its about to nine
Then I have a think of you

That why are you not mine

If everyone is well

Then why this world is hell
If no one break love's twine
Then why are you not mine

When I see at clock
And its about to nine
Then I have a think of you

That why are you not mine

I thought further and further

How you dare to choose any other
I'm still not a drunkard as you don't like wine
When I see at clock

And its about to nine
Then I have a think of you
That why are you not mine