Lyrics:

ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time,
Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun?
Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime,
Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done:

Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire,
And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow,
Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire
Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.