Gone, gone
 The girl in brocade
 Gone, the words we might have said
 Howl winds, because she is dead
 And gone, gone, gone

 Where teary, teary eyes once bright
 Weary, sighs the tune
 Dreary, dreary for all the night
 And eerie light of the moon

 Gone, gone my Beatrice
 Gone, the lips I longed to kiss
 Into a black and bleak abyss
 Gone, gone, gone

 Where teary, teary eyes once bright
 Weary, sighs the tune
 Dreary, dreary for all the night
 And eerie light of the moon

 Where teary, teary eyes once bright
 Weary, sighs the tune
 Dreary, dreary for all the night
 And eerie light of the moon...