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