Questions From The Owl

The owl looks down
And asks me why
I cannot help
But to cry

The owl looks down
And asks me who
I cannot help
But think of you

I cannot help
But to think of the time
That we made love
Romantic, sublime

Then you left me
All alone
For some old man
On a golden throne

I miss you know
In my poor house
And though I may be
As poor as a mouse

I love you from my heart
Not from a golden throne