My Lover [Norwegian translation]

My lover always meets me with a smile

My lover always kind always patient

My lover like honey and milk

My lover on a cold November morning

But on the former Sunday I gave him in

And on the former Sunday he went away

All the grief that I have caused is

nothing now compared to this

All the grief that I have given him

is nothing now compared to this

And I can see him as he lies there

And I can see him in his grave

My lover on a bed in the evening mist

tender and pure in his last moment

My lover on a bed spreads his beautiful hair

out on the pillow out on me