Cynara - Anúna, Michael McGlynn

Last night, ah yesternight, between her lips and mine

There fell thy shadow, Cynara, 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, Cynara, in my fashion

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat

Nightlong within mine arms in love and sleep she lay

Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion

When I awoke and found the dawn was gray

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion

I have forgot much, Cynara, gone with the wind

Flung roses riotously with the throng

Dancing, dancing to put thy pale, lost lilies out of my 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, Cynara, in my fashion

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine

But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire

There falls thy shadow, Cynara, 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, Cynara, in my fashion