Chanson Triste
Melancholy Song

Lahor

There is moonlight asleep in your heart,
The soft moon of a summerís night.
I shall flee lifeís importunate dart
And drown myself in your light.

Past sorrows will be swept aside
By the power of your charms
As my thoughts and my heart that cried
Find solace there in your arms.

You will take the head that ails
From time to time on your knee
And tell me ancient tales
That seem written for you and for me.

And from your eyes so full of tears,
From your sad eyes I will take
So many kisses, the sorrows of years,
That, perhaps, cured Iíll awake.