Come in out of the rain, thou sayest But thou never steppest aside And I'm trapped, I'm trapped A distance there is None, save me and the bodkin Pitter-patter on the roof Behold, 'tis not the rain Thence me it has to be I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear Thou hast heeded that I'm of innocence And thou lettest thy lass into peril Thou lettest me be parched My heart, my heart, my heart My heart, my heart, my heart My heart is of frailty My pale skin is hued damask When thou thy tears hast hidden, come back, thou sayest There I soon am to be But how am I to run when my bones, my heart Thou hast me bereft? But run, thou sayest I run, I run, I run I run, I run, I run I run, I run, I run I run, I run, I run I run, I run, I run And there and then I behold that a time will come When I again dead will be Thou tellest me to leave without delay I leave, I leave I leave, I leave I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hand Lo, the shadows, the sky descending So by dint of smite, I gait Before I run and melt together with dusk In my minds which is this event But it seems as if naught is to change anyway After all these years, thou left me down in the emotional depths The sombre-soaked velvet drape is hung upon me Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside After all these years, thou left me down in the emotional depth The sombre-soaked velvet drape is hung upon me Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside A distance there is A distance there is
