When I do walk in numerous passage And hear the songs of the receding birds; I behold my beloved’s sweet visage Where on the lips I see the smile she wears. So fresh within my mind my darling dear When back in times beneath the verdant tree And countless stars which seems for us so near Embrace our solemn nights in harmony. But dearly loved our fate is so unfair To thee it gave the pain you couldn’t bear And upon your ground I will let my tears In random fall with all its art unclear. Yet, in my heart I’ll keep our memories As an aide memoire of our happiness.