Lyrics:

Come in out of the rain thou sayest 
But thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd, I'm trapp'd
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin 
Pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold!  'tis not the rain;
Thence me it hath to be 
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril 
Thou let'st me be parch'd;
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart is of frailthy, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden,
'Come back!', thou sayest 
There I soon am to be 
But how am I to run when my bones, my heart
Thou hast me bereaft 
But run thou sayest;
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay 
I leave, I leave, I leave, I leave.
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo!  the shadows, the sky descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait there
Before I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years thou left'st me down
In the emotional depths 
The sombre soak'd velvet drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings, turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside 
After all these years thou left'st me down
In the emotional depths 
The sombre soak'd velvet drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside 
...a distance there is...
...a distance there is...