Thy hand, belinda; darkness shades me: 
On thy bosom let me rest: 
More I would, but death invades me:
Death is now a welcome guest. 

When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create 
No trouble ,no trouble
in thy breast, 

When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create 
No trouble ,no trouble
in thy breast;

Remember me,
remember me,
but aaaaah
forget my fate,
Remember me !
but aaaaah
forget my fate,

Remember me,
Remember me,
but aaaaah
forget my fate,
Remember me !
but aaaaah
forget my fate.