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