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
They won`t dry for many years
Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not Death ebon dart
To strike her dead
