Cold moon tonight curtained with her hair Black wind tonight can only startle my heart Tired of being I'll and friends who never come Sitting all alone I know she'll steal my heart She takes me away, takes me to some place else And I'll cut my hair to remind her of someone else Someone she knew, death by an old stone well How many days and how deep in years can a memory last? As long as eyes she'd tears? Will her memory last as long as her eyes she'd tears? The garden is bright, the scenery is lovely Our thoughts, swiftly they rise We carve our names on rocks and stones It's time for farming soon For evening sun brings deepest blackness It's time for farming soon