WHEN I WENT TO SEE YOU.
When I went to see you through the forest—
Ah, alas! through the forest—
You were more lively then, more lively then,
Ah, alas! more lively then.
But now you are pale, my loved one;
But now you are pale, my loved one;
And I fear for your ail there is no cure;
Ah, alas! there is no cure.
When I went to see you by the marshes—
Ah, alas! by the marshes—
You were like a rose then, like a rose then,
Ah, alas! like a rose then.
But now you are pale, my loved one;
But now you are pale, my loved one;
And I fear for your ail there is no cure;
Ah, alas! there is no cure.
When I went to see you, ’neath the window—
Ah, alas! neath the window—
You were all milk and rose, all milk and rose,
Ah, alas! all milk and rose.
But now you are pale, my loved one;
But now you are pale, my loved one;
And I fear for your ail there is no cure;
Ah, alas! there is no cure.
