My only remaining joy,
come close to me, my true love.
Evening descends in the grove,
you are my light and day.
Anxiously beating, heart upon heart,
hope soars heavenward.
How true, a sad song.
The song of true love,
that must die.
I know that song.
I heard it often in younger, better days.
It has another verse--
Can I remember it?
Though dark troubles draw near
come to me, my true love.
Bend to me your pale face
death will not separate us.
If you must leave me one day,
believe, there is an afterlife.