Let it come, let it come,
The season we can love
I have waited so long
That at length I forget;
And leave unto heaven
My fear and regret.
A sick thirst
Darkens my veins.
Let it come, let it come,
The season we can love
So the green field
To oblivion falls,
Overgrown, flowering,
With incense and weeds
And the cruel noise
Of dirty flies.
Let it come, let it come,
The season we can love