Thy hand, Belinda... Darkness shades me;
On thy bosom, let me rest;
More I would, but Death invades me:
Death is now a welcome guest!
When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;
When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;
Remember me, remember me!
But ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me, but ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me, remember me!
But ah! Forget my fate!
Remember me, but ah! Forget my fate!