The Bens Of Jura Lyrics

The Bens Of Jura lyrics

If deceiving me, o love, thou wert; 
If deceiving me despite thy vow; 
Yet chant thy praise I ever will, 
Tho` deceiving me, o love, thou wert. 
 
O King! I am the sorrowful one, 
And the love of the Earl a-hurting me; 
The tears are ever running from mine eyes, 
And my heart is bruised with the sting of thy love. 
       
Last night I was with thee in my dream, 
Across in Jura of the cold bens; 
Thy kisses were like the green water-cresses 
- Fled the dream - remained the pain. 
 
Come, o love, and close my eyes 
In the narrow kirst where I shall never awake; 
Lay me down under earth from Jura - 
In the grave alone is there rest for me.