Thou whom memory doth linger
Seest thou not, this heart splinters
Thou whom i lost in the ages yore
Knowest thou not, how this heart sore

On heaven's eve, come forth a dream
Morpheus' devious game it seems
A dream of past never unfold
A future lies ever untold

I saw a face fair evermore
A little smile i once adore
A pair of eyes i lost into
A soothing voice that made me blue

Yes i saw ye, o fair damsel
Like mona lisa on a golden easel
Wast it thou that i really see?
Or just a phantom my mind made free?

Should we e'er meet anew
Thou wouldst not like what ye view
I'm none the lad ye knowest me
Time wanes all, wouldst ye see

Wouldst it better if we encounter?
Wheter it be, may or november?
Or let the past buried herein
Keeping all good memory within

Long have i stroam this lonely race
Since i held thee in my embrace
Though love for thee no longer dwell
O fair one i wish thee well

Now see what life hath brought into
A branching past, a future new
May happiness and true love find thee
O fair damsel, my beautiful "she"