Alone in a stormy night;
My love is a lark that forgets to sing
And dies with the morning light.
My love is a rose that the wind has torn,
And crushed with a breath of pain;
My love is song with the sweetness gone,
A tune with a lost refrain.
My love is a ghost that has missed its way,
A spirit from Heaven cast;
My love is a joy of a bygone day,