Lady D'Arbanville

My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? I'll wake you tomorrow And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill My Lady d'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so? But your heart seems so silent Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? I'll wake you tomorrow And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill My Lady d'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight Your lips feel like winter Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white My Lady d'Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? I'll wake you tomorrow And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill La la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la, la la la la la la My Lady d'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so? But your heart seems so silent Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie I'll always be with you This rose will never die, this rose will never die I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie I'll always be with you This rose will never die, this rose will never die --- Lady d'Arbanville - Cat Stevens