Il testo della My lover

My lover always meets me with a smile
My lover always kind, always patient
My lover like honey and milk
My lover on a cold november morning

But on the former sunday i gave him in
And on the former sunday he went away

All the grief that i have caused is
Nothing now, compared to this
All the grief that i have given him
Is nothing now, compared to this
And i can see him as he lies there
And i can see him in his grave

My lover on a bed in the evening mist
Tender and pure in his last moment
My lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hair
Out on the pillow - out on me