Another day has furled its wings,
Another sun has set,
Another nightbird lilts and sings . . .
Now comes the hour of regret

Now comes the pain of loneliness,
Now comes the dread of night,
Now comes the  gloom of hopelessness
Without Love's glorious light  

Without Love's star to guide my way,
Without Love's ecstasy,
Without Love's  bliss to fill my day
I'm bound by Fate's decree

I'm bound by endless misery,
I'm bound by drear surrounds,
I'm bound by the cruel certainty
That anguish knows no bounds