I weary of my life Thro' the long sultry day, While happy creatures play Their harmless lives away: -- What is my life? I weary of my life Thro' the slow tedious night, While earth and heaven's delight The moon walks forth in white: -- What is my life? If I might I would die; My soul should flee away To day that is not day Where sweet souls sing and say. -- If I might die! If I might I would die; My body out of sight, All night that is not night My soul should walk in white -- If I might die! |