歌词
As I draw up my breath
And silver fills my eyes
I kiss her still
For she will never rise
♪
On my weak body
Lays her dying hand
Through those meadows of Heaven
Where we ran
♪
Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so light
It wars with my tears
That won't dry for many years
♪
Love's golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not death's ebon dart
To strike her dead