Elegy 歌词

Long evenings full on longing Low-spirited my mornings Full of longing too my nights And all times the bitterest 'Tis my lovely I long for It is my darling I miss My black-browed one I grieve for Beneath the grass my treasure Under the sand my sweet one Beneath the grass my treasure Under the sand my sweet one There's no hearing my treasure No seeing my marten-breat No hearing her in the lane Driving below the window Chopping the wood by the stack Clinking outside the cook-house In the earth my berry lies Beneath the grass my treasure Under the sand my sweet one Beneath the grass my treasure Under the sand my sweet one Long evenings full on longing Low-spirited my mornings Full of longing too my nights And all times the bitterest There's no hearing my treasure No seeing my marten-breat No hearing her in the lane Driving below the window Chopping the wood by the stack Clinking outside the cook-house In the earth my berry lies In the soil she's mouldering Under the sand my sweet one Beneath the grass my treasure The one I grieve for