He did not touch, a glance he reveled.

But now standing meekly by the open coffin,

And shuddered with tears of sorrow,

And my eyes were a shroud of mist.

She was alive.

Her blood flowed through her thin veins and her breath.

Was she dead?

I am cursed with this bitter knowledge.

She was alive.

Her blood flowed through her thin veins and her breath.

Was she dead?

I am cursed with this bitter knowledge.

Rise, I pray you, for this is but a dream,

So get up and dance and laugh with us.

But the maiden is motionless, her last moan is gone.

Pray for us and repent for our sins before God.

She was alive.

Her blood flowed through her thin veins and her breath.

Was she dead?

I am cursed with this bitter knowledge.

She was alive.

Her blood flowed through her thin veins and her breath.

Was she dead?

I am cursed with this bitter knowledge.