My lover always meets me with a smile

My lover always kind, always patient

My lover like honey and milk

My lover on a cold November morning



But on the former Sunday I gave him in

And on the former Sunday he went away



All the grief that I have caused is

nothing now, compared to this

All the grief that I have given him

is nothing now, compared to this

And I can see him as he lies there

And I can see him in his grave



My lover on a bed in the evening mist

tender and pure in his last moment

My lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hair

out on the pillow - out on me