In the vale where I once listened out for the light Where the little birds warble The ptarmigans babble And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside And a fair young girl on the shore I espied Who was sitting and weeping To see the waves leaping And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping. O why are you weeping alone on the shore? Now still from your eyes I can see the tears pour. What sorrow and smart So pierces your heart That even at midnight it will not depart?