Adieu, my love, adieu
Till we meet again some night
On the quiet avenue
Beneathe the pale moonlight

The day looms long, so cruelly bright,
Adieu, my love, adieu;
Until we meet by soft moonlight,
My every thought and breath are you.

Adieu, my love, adieu
To the blush upon your cheek
To your lips of crimson hue
That all the lovers seek

Your eyes...