What sweet lady
What sweet lady that graces me
I am in awe of her
That she can love one such as me
with her lovely eyes
Her lips are like red roses
Willst thou leave me without a pure
memory of thy sweet lips
How must I live without thee
It is but a crying shame that I must leave
at the first break of day
Oh, hold me my love
For tis a great comfort
In a lover's embrace
And tis such a sweet pain
to live without thy touch
Then move towards the falling rain