i saw you first on a sunday evening, about the old tower as i was kneeling; upon Christ's passion as i was reading,but my eye was on you, and my sore heart bleeding. oh Donadho, can't you feel me near you, why don't you tremble the way that i do? i'll be your lantern to show your truth plainly, and if you are set on, i'll defend you bravely... oh, wild as a crow is, this heart within me, dark as your shadow is this grief that blinds me. stained as a book burned on the ball-ash coal away, and it is you that is tended forever and allways... allways... allways... allways... you took what's before me, and what's behind me... you took east and west when you remind me, sun, moon and stars from my sky you've taken, and the God above, for a match mistaken.

i saw you first on a sunday evening, about the old tower as i was kneeling, upon Christ's passion as i was reading, but my eye was on you... and my sore heart bleeding.