I am the question that cannot be answered,
I am the lover that cannot be lost,
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier,
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name?
My name is d**h, cannot you see?
All life must turn to me;
Oh cannot you see?
And you must come with me,
You must come with me.
I'll give you gold and j**els rare,
And all my wealth in store.
All pleasures fair,
if I may live but a few short years more.
Oh lady, lay your j**els aside,
No more to glory in your pride.
Tarrying here there is no way,
Your time has come that you must away,
And you must come to clay.