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