Martha, Act III: Ach, So Fromm

Oh, so pious, oh so dear
My eyes have caught her here
Oh, so gentle, and so pure
Her image in my heart's secure

Heavy sorrow, before she came
The future wrapped me in its shame
But with her, I bloomed anew
A life filled with joy, so true

Alas, it faded, what I found, oh
My happiness barely made a sound
I've awoken, and the night
Stole away my sweet delight

Oh, so pious, oh so dear
My eyes have caught her here
Oh, so gentle, and so pure
Her image in my heart's secure

Martha
Martha
You vanished, and my luck
You took with you
Give me back what you found
Or share it with me too.