Since I first saw him, I think myself blind
I look around me, and it's only him I see

His image floats before me,
So gentle and so kind, he has got a clear mind and firm courage

O ring upon my finger, little golden ring
Devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart

Sisters come adorn me, banish foolish fear
Twine upon my furrowed brow

The blossoming myrtle
I serve him and live for him

Belong wholly to him
Give myself and find myself transfigured by his brightness

Ring upon my finger, little golden ring
Devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart

The blissful dream of childhood has ended

Now I drink delicious death with you my love
Now you have me caused me my first pain, that really hurt

You sleep, you hard cruel man, the sleep of death
The veil falls, the bell tolls, the black shawls, the carriage rolls
You, my whole world

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): ANDREW WEGMAN BIRD