Throughout these woods a flaming, a flaming dress of hers Caress my soul as the morning, the morning mist will come The voices make me feel how, how I am embraced By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me
This morning makes me sad - my mistress won’t be here
I see my mistress by the riverside She feeds my desire with kisses of nature blood and wine Those falling leaves in frigid autumn day Reminds me this won’t last forever not a day
This morning makes me sad - my mistress won’t be here