Gentle Maiden - Bagatelle

There’s one that’s as pure as an angel

As fair as the flowers in May

They call her the gentle maiden

Wherever she takes her way

Her eyes have the glance of sunlight

As she brightens the blue sea wave

And more than the deep sea treasures

The love of her heart, I crave

Though parted afar from my darling

I dream of her everywhere

The sound of her voice is about me

The spell of her presence there

And whether my prayers be granted

Or whether she pass me by

The face of a gentle maiden

Will follow me 'till I die

And whether my prayers be granted

Or whether she pass me by

The face of a gentle maiden

Will follow me 'till I die

'Till I die…

Gentle maiden…