Testo The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows

You have gone
The dark journey that leaves no returning
It's fruitless for me to mourn you
But who can help mourning?

To think of life that did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past, left so desolate now
When youth seemed immortal, so sweet it did weave Heaven's halo around you

Earth's hope to deceive, you were the fairest and dearest
Where many were fair, to my heart you were nearest
Thе year has its winter as well as its May
Thе sweetest leave us and the fairest decay

The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows

To think of life that did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past, left so desolate now
When youth seemed immortal, so sweet it did weave
Heaven's halo around you

Around you Earth's hope to deceive
Around you

The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows