Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers

caress my soul as the morning mist will come

The voices make me feel how I am embraced

By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me



This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won't be here



I see my mistress by the riverside

She feeds my desire with kisses of nature, blood and wine

Those falling leaves in frigid autumn day

Reminds me this won't last forever, not a day



This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won't be here