"Looking High, High, High" de Bryan Johnson, Eurovisión 1960

I once had a love and oh...
I loved her very dearly.
She told me she loved me so.
I thought she spoke sincerely.
But one day, away,
I found that she had flown
and off to find that love of mine, I set alone.

Looking high, high, high,
looking low, low, low,
wondering why, why, why
did she go, go, go?,
for if I, I, I don't find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die 'cause I love her so.

I journeyed across the sea,
I sought her with devotion.
Oh, where she could really be?.
I've not the slightest notion,
but so bright the light of love within me shone,
I knew full well, what e'er befell, I must go on.

Looking high, high, high,
looking low, low, low,
wondering why, why, why
did she go, go, go?,
for if I, I, I don't find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die 'cause I love her so.

Due east over desert sands,
due west where grass is greener,
I asked in a dozen lands,
but none had ever seen her.
It was clear, I fear, my quest was all in vain,
so I departed, sad at heart, for home again.

Looking high, high, high,
looking low, low, low,
wondering why, why, why
did she go, go, go?,
for if I, I, I don't find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die 'cause I love her so.

But when I arrived, all brown
and tanned by wind and weather,
you sure could have knocked me down
with the proverbial feather*.
She stood there, so fair,
and sweetly she confessed that she'd been wrong
and all along she'd loved me best.

I'd looked high, high, high,
I'd looked low, low, low,
wondering why, why, why
did she go, go, go?.
Now that I, I, I have found my love, I know
till I die, die, die, I will love her so.

(Looking high, high, high,
looking low, low, low,
wondering why, why, why,
did she go, go, go?)
for if I, I, I don't find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die 'cause I love her so.
(Looking high, high, high).