O won't thou see, my love, what's done to me?
See how I have been treated;
Heart set aside so harshly.
But o, my love, hear how I am singing still;
Did thou think I would not?
I sing, tho' laughter's ringing is still.
My love for thee shall remain ever strong --
As Lume's golden rays --
As the Wood Thrush's song.
O, long as the stars continue to rise
Above the sweet flowers,
I'll be trapped by thine eyes.
Only for thou, my love, are my songs true;
The moon's glow must fade
Before the beauty of all thou do.
Understand this, that tho' I did part
I slipped away in pain
From my broken heart.
Know that it shattered my world
To leave thee my dear, old girl.