Lament

My fine darling, trust not

that he will not break your heart!

Fair words will he speak,

but they will cost you your young life;

Believe it as the truth!

I will never delight again,

for that is what happened to me too:

the leaves have fallen from the tree

together with all the pretty words.

It is wintertime, wintertime!

It is now wintertime,

the birds are far away,

those birds that sang to me in Spring.

My heart has broken

from love's pain, from love's pain.