Throughout these woods a flaming, a flaming dress of hers
Caress my soul as the morning, the morning mist [bad word] 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