lady d'arbanville

[Em]My Lady D'Arbanville, [D]why do you sleep so still?

[Em]I'll wake you tomorrow, [D]and you will be my f[Bm]ill,

yes you will be my f[Em]ill.

My Lady D'Arbanville, why does it grieve me so?

But your heart seems so silent, why do you breathe so low?

Why do you breathe so low?

My Lady D'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight

Your lips feel like winter, your skin has turned to white

Your skin has turned to white.

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie

I'll always be with you, this rose will never die

This rose will never die.