Black clouds hung low and heavy above the sunset glare
And in the garden dimly wandered here and there
So full of strife, so full of trouble, the night was dark and afraid
Like our own love, tears and sighings made
That when it came to parting and I must mount and go
With all my soul I wished it. God would lay me low
So full of strife, so full of trouble, the night was dark and afraid
Like our own love, tears and sighings made
Black clouds hung low and heavy above the sunset glare
And in the garden dimly wandered here and there
So full of strife, so full of trouble, the night was dark and afraid
Like our own love, tears and sighings made