You left me, dear,
my heart was yours.
Now you have turned it black.
Love is fey,
'tis gone away.
It never did come back.

Out the door,
your back to me,
my soul was turned to stone.
Love was sweet,
gentle. My heart!
But now, dear love is gone.

Like fire burned red
is now ash grey,
and in misery I pine.
Cold, cruel love,
oh where art thou?
My pain ne'er gone in time.