I am a young man living in sorrow
for a lady known for her charms
Too well I love her and every morrow
Ever I pine and long for her arms.
is to show my passion
Than to endure this restless pain
Come bright star, beam kindly on me
Then shall my pure love
be near me again.
So does the wild young man implore me
I fear my hand must yet be bound
So many warnings are
From married lovers all around.
I'm too young to be tied to another
I must make discretion my guide
I am ready to take a lover
You shall hear how I decide.