The sky is dark;
The thunder rolls;
The lightning flashes,
As my love goes.

There he goes,
The love of my life;
I can no longer,
Be his wife.

He doesn't want me,
He wants to be king;
This chain round my finger,
Was once a ring.

But I'm joined to him,
By God's holy will;
Till death do us part,
I'll be still.