And then they brought the lady
to where her love did lie,
And she his fair head lifted,
with white hand tenderly,
And in his death she kiss’d him—
the noble knight and good;
Her shining eyes, for sorrow,
were weeping tears of blood.
And then they brought the lady
to where her love did lie,
And she his fair head lifted,
with white hand tenderly,
And in his death she kiss’d him—
the noble knight and good;
Her shining eyes, for sorrow,
were weeping tears of blood.