Last night I lay trembling. The moon it was low. It was the end of love. Of misery and woe. Then suddenly above me. Her face buried in light. Came a vision of beauty. All covered in white. Now the bell-tower is ringing. And the night has stole past. O Lucy can you hear me?. Wherever you rest. I'll love her forever. I'll love her for all time. I'll love her till the stars. Fall down from the sky. Now the bell-tower is ringing. And I shake on the floor. O Lucy can you hear me?. When I call and call. Now the bell-tower is ringing. And the moon it is high. O Lucy can you hear me. When I cry and cry and cry.