XXVIIIGentle lady, do not singSad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and singHow love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleepOf lovers that are dead, and howIn the grave all love shall sleep:Love is aweary now.
Gentle lady, do not singSad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and singHow love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleepOf lovers that are dead, and howIn the grave all love shall sleep:Love is aweary now.