His beloved is dead, she is gone.
His beloved sang a song of a swan.
He looks at her dead body,
Now he is again nobody.
He is too broken to cry,
Yet too strong to shut an eye.
His lungs and heart ache and bleed,
From this pain he'd like to be freed.
But forget her never, that is a sin,
He'll carry her in his heart
For she is it's queen.