One smiling summer morning
P. Verdelot
One smiling summer morning,
Ah, me!
My love, my passion scorning,
Bade me be gone away;
Her hand she me denied:
No more they suit with burning words be pleading,
For all is vain; your words I am not heeding.
Heart and hand I give together.
And so, goodbye, this pleasant summer weather.
Your mirth you may reveal it,
My grief I scarcely can conceal it.