Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling
Where my dark lover lies
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling
At grey moonrise

Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling
Then as now

Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain