Lady D'arbanville My lady darbanville, why do you sleep so still? Ill wake you tomorrow And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. My lady darbanville why does it grieve me so? But your heart seems so silent. Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low, My lady darbanville why do you sleep so still? Ill wake you tomorrow And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. My lady darbanville, you look so cold tonight. Your lips feel like winter, Your skin has turned to white,...