Last night, ah yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cyrana, thy breath was shed
Upon my soul, between the kisses and the wine
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Yea I was desolate and bowed my head
I have been faithful to thee, Cyrana, in my fashion
All night, upon mine heart, I felt her warm heart beat
All night within mine arms in love and sleep she lay
But surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, when I awoke and found the dawn was gray
I have been faithful to thee, Cyrana, in my fashion
I have forgot much, Cyrana, gone with the wind
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng
And dancing to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Yea all the time because the dance was long
I have been faithful to thee Cyrana, in my fashion
Yea, I cried for madder music and for stronger wine
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire
Then falls thy shadow, Cyrana. The night is thine!
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Yea hungry for the lips of my desire
I have been faithful to thee Cyrana, in my fashion