As I lay in death, my sonnComfort me todaynOnce I made a sin so strongnRepentance true, I praynMy lady, she is strong and fairnAnd in her bed I laynBut lies I told, my lust was borednAnd here comes judgment daynnBut here comes the timenI feel my conscience crynForsaking her on the forest floornAnd I here I come to diennI told her she was beauty truen???nI loved her music mournfullynBut by her graceful linesnAnd I when I lusted after hernMy woman slept at homenAn infidel, a faithlessnessnI let my mistress roamnnBut here comes the timenI hear the clock bells chimenForsaking her on the forest floornAnd here I come to diennOh as I lay in death, my sonnA bed of solid stonenDo not walk the lines of lustnThe vices that I've roamednAnd if you see the ghost of hernKiss her once for menKiss her for the moon so whitenAnd kiss her for the sea