Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers
caress my soul as the morning mist will come
The voices make me feel how I am embraced
By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me
This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won`t be here
I see my mistress by the riverside
She feeds my desire with kisses of nature, blood and wine
Those falling leaves in frigid autumn day
Reminds me this won`t last forever, not a day
This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won`t be here
