Moon lies over bog and heath.
- Hey ho, my song is grey!
Other people are sound asleep.
- For the winds still hush, they lament,
gloomy and dark over woody mounds.
The ocean rolls with sighs and squalls
- Hey ho, my song is grey!
Howls to me a hymn so cold.
- For the winds still hush, they lament,
gloomy and dark over woody mounds.
Torn and limping, blue-black, hopeless,
stinging memories strike at me,
Oh, can you hear me,
my dear girl?
Tired, heavy and stiff,
I slide to the ground.
The veiled moon in the clouds is up.
- Hey ho, my song is grey!
Steadily pales over field and thorp.
- For the winds still hush, they lament,
gloomy and dark over woody mounds.
Black skies in the west rise up.
- Hey ho, my song is grey!
Fluttering through the night.
- For the winds still hush, they lament,
gloomy and dark over woody mounds.
Torn and limping, blue-black, hopeless,
stinging memories strike at me,
Oh, can you hear me,
my dear girl?
Tired, heavy and stiff,
I slide to the ground.