Were it not that I had met you,
that fateful moonlit night
I would be glad and jolly
and heart be free and light

Had our lips not kissed in secret,
I would not have to cry
for never again I felt you
and never were you and I

Oh, though you took your pleasure,
to confess this pains me so
I wanted you for longer,
for as long as days can go

Yes, you were to my liking,
but not to worry now
I'll seek for not another
to kiss upon my brow

And well I wish you truly,
wherever you may be
I'll drink myself to dreaming
and dream of you and me

Were it not that I had met you,
that night; dark and forlorn
I would be cold like others,
without a thing to mourn