As lilies on a newly-wed's bed,
I didst lay my soul bare to thee,
Enthralled even, mine heart to thine,
To love thee alone and make thou mine.
By the red in roses, I, a thoroughbred,
Disrobed to the heart that we may be.
In love and thine arms I didst intrust,
Mine heart, dainty as dainty can be,
And thou didst swan that forever,
Thou wouldst fly with me thither,
Where love doth for eternity last,
And yet, yet thou darest desert me.
It's a pity thou didst conquer my heart,
Pity I wallow in heartache and misery.
I have layed where we lay and wept,
Layed where we lay, covered in sweat,
And cried, watching myself fall apart,
Ah! The price I've paid for thine perfidy!
But no more shall I drown in my tears!
For under a full-orbed moon I awaken,
To heed he whose heart thirsts for me,
And thine memory henceforth shall be,
Lost in time with the lonesome years,
Where no cornet could ever reawaken.