And you will be my fill
My Lady D'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
This rose will never die
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll wake you tomorrow
Why do you breathe so low?
Why do you breathe so low?
Yes, you will be my fill
Your skin has turned to white
Yes, you will be my fill
But your heart seems so silent
My Lady D'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight
Your skin has turned to white
Why do you breathe so low?
My Lady D'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
I'll always be with you
And you will be my fill
Your lips feel like winter
My Lady D'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
Yes, you will be my fill
This rose will never die
But your heart seems so silent
My Lady D'Arbanville why do you grieve me so?
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
Why do you breathe so low?
