the people by the road do not see me- precious bane, precious bane the smile upon your face does not believe me, precious bane step into the living room-the room where I awake- the watchers at the window do not see me believe me, precious bane ah lovely wanton, come from sleep to me; such drowsy heat is not flame ah lovely wanton, your a straying breed-so come to me, my precious bane nightmare still unseen; you do not see me precious bane step out of the living room-the room where I still wait deep night undisturbed; you do not see me precious bane the lovely wanton is not awake to me-a piercing cold is biting in the lovely wanton, with such loyalty-such fiercened cold, my precious bane.