What will I do when you leave,

Glances we’ll no longer share,

My pride you’ll no longer weave,

When you are no longer here.

Glances we’ll no longer share,

My heart will just slowly die,

When you are no longer here,

Who’ll wipe the tears that I cry.

My heart will just slowly die,

And I will touch you no more,

Who’ll wipe the tears that I cry,

In whom shall all my love pour.

And I will touch you no more,

God, I want to not let go,

In whom shall all my love pour,

With whom shall my talents flow.

God, I want to not let go,

What will I do when you leave,

With whom shall my talents flow,

My pride you’ll no longer weave.