WHEN I PART from my Beloved, / My heart is full of blight and dread: / I have no comfort in the day, / Nor have I sleep to comfort me. / To whom shall I my sorrow cry?
WHEN I PART from my Beloved, / My heart is full of blight and dread: / I have no comfort in the day, / Nor have I sleep to comfort me. / To whom shall I my sorrow cry?