Because my love has forsaken me,
I shall not worry, no, in the least.
Roses may not always bloom, I'll not worry.
I'll have found love Sunday night. I'll not worry, at all.

See Song No. 70 of Bela Bartok, Hungarian Folk Music,
trans. M. D. Calvocoressi (London: Oxford University Press, 1931),
appendix p. 20, and text, p. 121.