| Bm | A |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, | why do you sleep so still? |
| Bm | A | Gbm | Bm |
| I'll wake you tomorrow, | and you will be my f | ill, yes you will be my f | ill. |
| Bm | A |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, | why does it grieve me so? |
| Bm | A | Gbm | Bm |
| But your heart seems so silent, | why do you breathe so | low? Why do you breathe so l | ow? |
| Bm | A |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, | why do you sleep so still? |
| Bm | D | A | Gbm | Bm |
| I'll wake you tomorrow | , | and you will be my f | ill, yes you will be my f | ill. |
| Bm | A |
| My Lady D'Arbanville, | you look so cold tonight |
| Bm | A | Gbm | Bm |
| Your lips feel like winter, | your skin has turned to w | hite - Your skin has turned to wh | ite. |
| La la la la la la ... |
| Bm | A |
| I loved you my lady, | though in your grave you lie |
| Bm | D | A | Gbm | Bm |
| I'll always be with you | , | this rose will never d | ie - This rose will never di | e. |