Yes, if I had a true love, lonely now

Yes, if I had a true love, lonely now,

Who, before dawn, would come along to mourn,

To rest upon my freshly made bed,

Hearing, in sweet terror, my calling out!

Why didn't I tell the one girl

That young love was blossoming in my heart?

I was shy and did not dare do it -

Then illness came and brought along this morbid joke!

If, lonesome and unloved, perhaps

She sometimes lowers her lids and thinks about it -

Oh, would she know, that there's a heart,

That beats beneath the lawn and thinks of her!