My lady d'Arbanville,
You are alone tonight
Your eyes seem so weary,
That it is such a despair to me
That it is such a despair to me
My lady d'Arbanville,
The master is not here
And just as always,
He will not come home
He will not come home
Oh, lady d'Arbanville,
When he took you with him
In your wedding dress,
Your eyes looking like they were singing
Your eyes looking like they were singing
My lady d'Arbanville,
Your eyes are grey tonight
Your skin, so pale,
Torments me
Torments me
My lady d'Arbanville,
When the sun is low,
You see him ride into the distance
He is a handsome horseman
He is a handsome horseman
Oh, lady, my lady,
The master is not here
Oh, my lady, my lady
He will not come home
He will not come home