(From the French) br The moon was in the sky, br Pale, pale her light had grown br I went into the forest br All alone. br br All alone, br My heart was well-nigh glad, br But when I thought of thee br Grief came and made me sad. br br It came with the winds of autumn br When the dead leaves drop from the tree, br Because thy heart hath forgotten br Thy lover afar from thee. br br It came with the rain fast falling br Through the dead leaves again, br Because that over a dead love br The heart must weep like rain.