Not all my Torments

 Not all my torments

Will your pity move

All my cares

Does your cold heart remove.

A subtle torment-

You do me wrong

A torture O so long!

In sorrow I sing this song-

Your heart does mine great scorn

For pleasures you greatly remove

A final sigh does not improve

A weary soul-

Is worn.

A final call to life

Within my hour of strife

A tolling bell-

A resounding knell-

For I will fall until I die.

And you may be the why-

And when-

I don't return again.

Not all my torments

Will your pity move

All my cares

Does your cold heart remove.