All Things Are Quite Silent

All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest
 When me and my true love lay snug in one nest
 When a band of bold ruffians broke into our cave
 And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt way
 I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life
 But they would not heed me although a fond wife
 Saying "the King must have soldiers to the wars he must go"
 And they've left me lamenting in sorrow and woe
 Through green fields and meadows we often have walked
 And of fond recollections together have talked
 Where the lark and the blackbird so sweetly do sing
 And the lovely thrushes voices made the valleys to ring
 Now although I'm forsaken I won't be cast down
 Who knows but my true love some day might return
 And he'll make me amends for my trouble and strife
 And me and my darling might be happy for life
 All things are quite silent each mortal at rest