Mine is the mourning heart

Thou hast roam'd under summer skies whilst I have weathered the storm,

I have pray'd that the angels fair would shield thy pillow from harm.

But thou wert gone and none this soul from sadness could awaken.

Mine is the mourning heart!

By thee, by thee forsaken.

Thou hast whisper'd in words of love to other ears than mine,

I have yielded to others charms but worship'd only thine.

But ah! dost thou remember, love, those sacred vows we've taken.

Mine is the mourning heart!

By thee, by thee forsaken.