Oh,  Often I consider
how life is like smoke in the wind
but a moment and our elements
are scattered to the wind
and not even memory remains.
Oh, the folly of men!
that they think they stand
upon solid earth
and soon they vanish
with the setting of the sun.
Oh, come with me my love
to our garden of eternity
and let your heart
put on immortality.
Oh, you shall be changed
form this creature of smoke
that you are.
Oh, for we shall live
upon a scarlet red wine
that flows like an endless river
through all of eternity.
Oh, a legend to become!
Oh, when the name of love
our names shall be there
and they shall live
for as long as time shall endure.