Lonely Night

Fears of all my lonely sins,
That wets my lovely pillow,
And now the rain now begins;
Hide faster under that pillow.

Turn aside your eyes and ears,
Pull that shirt to wipe those sorrow,
You shall have more years-
You'll walk with me tomorrow.

My soul is under the rain,
Fated to die inside,
But see those beautiful grain;
That grows in a farm house side.

All sweet sins shall be forgot;
Who will live to tell,
With the morrow, there shall be;
One more ghost among other.