• Come to me in my dreams, and then
    you say good bye. I shall be weekend through my hart
    For so the night will more than pain
    The hopeless of trying to say

    Come, and kiss me a thousand times,
    A message from my hart
    And smile on the worlds from happiness, and be
    As sweet to me as cherry pie.

    Or, as thou never cam's t in sooth,
    Come now, and let me dream the truth,
    And part of me being kiss.
    And say, Your love sufferers thou?

    Come to me in my dreams, and then i will be weekend again.
    For so the night will more than pain.
    The cruelness of loving the day.