A hundred sunsets made me older
Since my eyes beheld the sunrise of thy face.
A thousand lies made my heart colder;
I doubt my perspective can follow apace.
Yet leagues that stand between, percase
Are all as naught now as I dream yet of thy face...

I'm here without thee, darling,
Yet thou'rt on my lonely mind:
I think about thee, sweetheart,
And thee in my dreams so often find.
I'm here without thee, heart's gleam.
Yet thou'rt with me when I dream;
And this night, alone am I with thee... (yea).

I ride endless furlongs
As the landfolk turn aside to bid "What ho!"
Some say we overvalue this life;
Still, I hope it may improve as on we go...
So, yea, yea...

I'm here without thee, culver,
Yet thou'rt on my lonely mind
I think about thee, lambkin,
And thee in my dreams I ever find.
I'm here without thee, heart's root.
Yet thou'rt with me when I dream;
And this night, love, alone am I with thee...

All that I may know, (yea) anywhere I may go,
I ride hard, yet none will take away my love;
So when our last night falls,
And when all is said and done,
I ride hard, yet none can take... away... my love...
Woe, woe, woe... woe... woe...

I'm here without thee, poppet,
Yet thou'rt on my lonely mind.
I think about thee, sweeting,
And thee in my dreams, beloved, find.
I'm here without thee, heart's queen,
Yet thou'rt with me when I dream;
And this night, love, alone am I with thee...
Yea...
Woe, yea...
Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...