[Verse 1]
The glory of the day was in her face
The beauty of the night was in her eyes
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of morning blushing in the early skies

[Bridge]
And in her voice, the calling of the dove
Like music of a sweet, melodious part

[Verse 2]
And in her smile, the breaking light of love
And all the gentle virtues in her heart
And now the glorious day, the beauteous night
The birds that signal to thеir mates at dawn
To my dull ears, to my tear-blindеd sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone

[Outro]
Since she is gone