The falling star

On my heaven he flashed, as the meteor star

Out of night will flame from afar.

Ah how could I escape his spell?

Deep, deep into my heart he fell.

Ochone!

I believed the stars that burn above

Shone less true than his eyes of love.

All their lamps beam on and on,

But, my falling star, thou art gone.

Ochone!

And a new love claims my fealty now,

Scant of speech and stern of brow.

Until death I own his claim.

Sorrow is my new love's name.

Ochone!