Ye Mountain Bluebells

YE MOUNTAIN BLUEBELLS

BY AVETIS ISAHAKIAN

YE mountain bluebells, weep with me,
And flowers in coloured crowds;
Weep, nightingale, on yonder tree,
Cool winds dropped from the clouds.

All dark around the earth and sky,
All lonely here I mourn.
My love is gone,--light of my eye;
I sob and weep forlorn.

Alas, no more he cares for me--
He left me unconsoled;
He pierced my heart, then cruelly
Left me in pain untold.

Ye mountain bluebells, weep with me,
And flowers in coloured crowds;
Weep, nightingale, on yonder tree,--
Cool winds dropped from the clouds.