In yon wintry morning back then,
I caught thy handsome eyes again.
Thou wert wan'dring behind th' shades,
with pond'ring eyes and smile so glad.

On a wintry morning like t'at,
I walk'd fast as I could have made.
But seeing thee sent my cheeks red,
and gave my body shrilling sweat.

Thou wert within a black jacket,
and around thy neck a brown shawl.
With thy hands clasped in lil' pocket,
into th' sleepy moors thou crawled.

And in one cloud of hazy breath
Thou captured me among th' groves.
Thy charm as immortal as death;
thy spell as eternal as love.