They stood in the moonlight near by the gate,
Good-bye, my darling, I know you’ll wait,
She ceased her weeping and smiled through her tears,
Saying, I’ve been true, love, through these long years.
For on tomorrow at the break of day,
He was to journey far, far away;
He held her closer, his promised bride,
And to her question these words replied:
I’ve loved you always, yes, I’ve been true,
My heart shall never be loving for you,
O, darling, believe me far over the sea,
Through life or death so faithful I’ll be.
One year passed by, he’s coming home,
His pilgrimage over no longer to roam.
And smiling he thinks of her shining eyes,
Shining with welcome and glad surprise.
A dainty letter he takes from his breast,
and quickly to it his lips were pressed.
And reading once more by the waning light,
These words he had spoken to her that night.
Once more he seeks the old garden gate,
But he arrives, alas, alas, it’s too late,
The wedding is over, the knot is tied,
He finds his darling another’s bride.
Later they found him there on the grass,
A pistol near by told what had passed,
A crumpled letter that explains the deed,
And in the pale moonlight these words did read: