| When I was a young girl in Leyte |
| My dresses were all hand-me-downs and scraps |
| I’d see the people smile, when I would sing for them |
| How happy they all seemed, when I would dance |
| We lived a stone’s throw from the palace |
| A simple country girl who had a dream |
| The ladies passing by, a better class than I |
| How much it meant to me to be like these |
| Is it a sin to love too much? |
| Is it a sin to care? |
| I do it all for you |
| How can it be unfair? |
| I know that when my number’s up |
| When I am called by God above |
| Don’t have my name inscribed into the stone |
| Just say: |
| Here lies love… here lies love… here lies love |
| Just say: |
| Here lies love… here lies love… here lies love |
| The most important things are love and beauty |
| It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor |
| To prosper and to fly, a basic human right |
| The feeling in your heart that you’re secure |
| Is it a sin to love too much? |
| Is it a sin to care? |
| I do it all for you |
| How can it be unfair? |
| I know that when my number’s up |
| When I am called by God above |
| Don’t have my name inscribed into the stone |
| Just say: |
| Here lies love… here lies love… here lies love— |
| Just say: |
| Here lies love… here lies love… here lies love— |