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
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la, la 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

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I'll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die

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Writer(s): Yusuf Islam