When she is mute

Although the world would call me free
each day the more her slave am i
for in her very way to be
there's i don't know what
i don't know why
already from the day we met
was my freedom mortal shot
she's but a girl as they, and yet
there's something more, i don't know what
no matter what we speak or do
the moments in sweet silence fly
for somehow there is music, too
when she is mute, i don't know why
so likely to my dying day
to follow her will be my lot
for in her sweet and candid way
there's i don't know why
i don't know what