She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, / And...
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, / And lovers are round her, sighing:/ But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, / For her heart in his grave is lying.
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, / And lovers are round her, sighing:/ But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, / For her heart in his grave is lying.