I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, "lady, unfold me,"
But she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.

Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
Saying, "whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
She said, "don´t try to use me or slyly refuse me,
Just win me or lose me,
It is this that the darkness is for."

I cried, "oh, lady midnight, I fear that you grow old,
The stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"if we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
"you´ve won me, you´ve won me, my lord,
You´ve won me, you´ve won me, my lord,
Yes, you´ve won me, you´ve won me, my lord,

Ah, you´ve won me, you´ve won me, my lord,
Ah, you´ve won me, you´ve won me, my lord."