Like the sun, quenched its first morning
and the moon lost to the sea,
like the chill, lost unto the morning,
so you my love are lost to me!
I can hear now the pipers calling
on that far distant shore;
and my tears now like leaves are falling
and I will see your face no more!
You are sleeping, you are sleeping,
Oh no sleep or peace can comfort me;
I am weeping, oh I am weeping,
tonight I will sleep and sleep with thee.
and the moon lost to the sea,
like the chill, lost unto the morning,
so you my love are lost to me!
I can hear now the pipers calling
on that far distant shore;
and my tears now like leaves are falling
and I will see your face no more!
You are sleeping, you are sleeping,
Oh no sleep or peace can comfort me;
I am weeping, oh I am weeping,
tonight I will sleep and sleep with thee.
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