My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
 
 I'll wake you tomorrow
 
 And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
 
  
  My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
 
 But your heart seems so silent
 
 Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low
  
 
 My Lady d'Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
 
 I'll wake you tomorrow
 
 And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
  
 
 My Lady d'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight
 
 Your lips feel like winter
 
 Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white
  
 
 My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
 
 I'll wake you tomorrow
 
 And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
  
 
 La la la la la
  
 
 My Lady d'Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
 
 But your heart seems so silent
 
 Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low
  
 
 I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
 
 I'll always be with you
 
 This rose will never die, this rose will never die
  
 
 I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
 
 I'll always be with you