My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still
I'll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill

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 fill, yes, you will be my fill

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 fill, yes, you will be my fill

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La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

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

This rose will never die
This rose will never die