Tune: “The Partridge Sky”
All things have changed. Once more I pass the Gate.
We came together, I go back without my mate.
Bitten by hoary frost, half the parasol dies;
Life-long companion lost, one lonely love-bird flies.
Grass wet with dew dries on the plain,
How can I leave our old abode and her grave new!
Lying in half empty bed, I hear the pelting rain.
Who will turn up the wick to mend my coat again?