No voice is left to make my moan
And bid my love farewell."
Now I am widow that was wife—
Would God that they could prove
What law should rule, without the strife
That's robbed me of my love!
No voice is left to make my moan
And bid my love farewell."
Now I am widow that was wife—
Would God that they could prove
What law should rule, without the strife
That's robbed me of my love!