On my heaven he flashed, as the meteor star
Out of night will flame from afar.
Ah how could I escape his spell?
Deep, deep into my heart he fell.
Ochone!

I believed the stars that burn above
Shone less true than his eyes of love.
All their lamps beam on and on,
But, my falling star, thou art gone.
Ochone!

And a new love claims my fealty now,
Scant of speech and stern of brow.
Until death I own his claim.
Sorrow is my new love's name.
Ochone!