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.

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.

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.