In the willow garden,
at the shallow stream,
I lie with you
the fairest of the fair.
The grass sways gently
in the evening breeze,
and soon, softly groaning,
you fall asleep
Before the flowers wither
and pain and sorrow call,
I shall save love for eternity
Drain the wine
down to the bottom
and close your eyes.
I am with you
at the hardest hour,
and soon you won't have
any more pain.
Your breath
is laying to rest,
I want to listen to your heartbeat
at your breast,
how after hours
it will lose its rhythm
in the willow garden
where the leaves rustle.
Before the flowers wither
and sorrow and pain arrive,
I shall save love for eternity
Drain the wine
down to the bottom
and close your eyes.
I am with you
at the hardest hour,
and soon you won't have
any more pain.
You drain the cup, the cup of hemlock
Drain the wine...