Away went th' days and knocking are the clocks,
Within my burning head so blank is th' blackness
How did my love become for me a joke?
How did a passion get completely sparkless?
In all this noise of clocks my tear's down dropped
I really loved so ardently, so truly
And totally to fall in love I hoped
But that Time's knocking's heartlessly and cruly.
My love has got to wilt. There's no support
The blackness shall become for all the darkness
For me, for every slave, for every lord
When this love's road becomes completely trackless.
Till last her breath I shall implore you for ' tune
Of yours. And then she might be helped by Fortune.