My lady d'Arbanville
You are alone this evening
Your eyes seem so tired
That it is my despair
That it is my despair ©hope
My lady d'Arbanville
The master is not here
And like every time
He won't come back, he will not return
Oh lady d'Arbanville
When he took you away
In a wedding dress
Your eyes seemed to sing
Your eyes seemed to sing
La, la, la
My lady d'Arbanville
Your eyes are gray this evening
Your complexion so white
Gives me torment
Gives me torment
My lady d'Arbanville
When the sun is low
You see him go away
He's a fine cavalier
He's a fine cavalier
Oh lady, my lady
The master is not here
Oh my lady, my lady
He won't come back not, it won't fit
La, la, la

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