Alba s touto skladbou:
Now,
Sleepless,
‘The wind doth blow today, my love,
A few small drops of rain;
Never have I had but one true love;
In cold clay she is lain.
‘I’ll do as much for my true love
As any young man may;
I’ll sit and mourn all on her grave
A twelvemonth and a day.’
The twelvemonth and the day being gone
A voice spoke from the deep,
"Who is it sits all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?’
‘’Tis I, `tis I, thine own true love,
Who sits upon your grave
For I crave one kiss from your sweet lips,
And that is all I seek.’
‘You crave one kiss from my clay-cold lips
But my breath is earthy strong;
Had you one kiss from my clay-cold lips,
Your time would not be long."
My time be long my time be short
Tomorrow or today
May God in heaven have all my soul
But I`ll kiss your lips of clay
See down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The sweetest flower that ever grew
Is withered to a stalk.
‘The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till death calls you away.’
