In darkness let me dwell      The ground, the ground shall sorrow be   The roof of despair which bares all cheerful light from me   To bar all cheerful light      The walls marble black which moistened still shall weep from me   They still shall weep forever in darkness   To bar all cheerful light      The roof of despair which bares all the cheerful light from me   To bar all cheerful light      My queen I only wish my song to please thee   I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery   I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery      My music   Jarring, jarring   Jarring, jarring sounds to banish sleep      Thus bedded to my woes and bedded, bedded to my tomb   Oh let me living die, oh let me living   Oh let me living die   Till death do come, till death do come   Till death, till death do come