| lyric | Therer by the river, all alone I slept.
And I saw in a dream a white lily grow,
lovely white flow’r.
If it were real, I’d pluck it for my darling,
press her to my brreast, kiss her so sweetly.
By the river, all alone, I slept.
Oh, life is unkind, all my joys are gone,
all my joys are gone, this is my last song. |