كلمات The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows

You have gone, the dark journey that Leaves no returning It's fruitless for me to mourn you But, who can help mourning To think of life, that did laugh on your face In the beautiful past left so desolate now When you've seemed immortal So sweet it did we Heaven's halo around you I had have hoped you to see You were the fairest and dearest While many were fair, to my heart you were nearest The year has it's winter as well as it's may The sweetest leavers and the fairest decay The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows To think of life, that did laugh on your face In the beautiful past left so desolate now When you've seemed immortal So sweet it did we Heaven's halo around you Around you I had have hoped you to see Around you The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows