| My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? |
| I’ll wake you tomorrow |
| And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. |
| My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so? |
| But your heart seems so silent. |
| Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low, |
| My Lady d’Arbanville why do you sleep so still? |
| I’ll wake you tomorrow |
| And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. |
| My Lady d’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight. |
| Your lips feel like winter, |
| Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white. |
| My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? |
| I’ll wake you tomorrow |
| And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. |
| La la la la la… |
| My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so? |
| But your heart seems so silent. |
| Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low, |