He will return, return to set me free,
Or fall in hope my liberty to gain;
Ere that, let me the willing victim be,
To die for him,
To die for him;
Ah! happy lot for me!
If for my dearest love,
I may be slain!
I may be slain!
And in the light of Heav'n above,
My love, we'll meet again,
My love, we'll meet again.

He will return, not Heav'n itself more true
Than is my love, To aid me he will fly.
Parted from him life wears a sombre hue,
My only love!
My only love!
E'en in the moments few,
My latest pray'r to Heav'n,
To Heav'n, be to die!
To die!
And in the light of Heav'n above,
My love, we'll meet again,
My love, we'll meet again,
We'll meet again,
My love, we'll meet again.