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