作词 : TRAD+BRITTEN BENJAMIN 作曲 : TRAD+BRITTEN BENJAMIN There's none to soothe my soul to rest, There's none my load of grief to share Or wake to joy this lonely breast, Or light the gloom of dark despair. The voice of joy no more can cheer, The look of love no more can warm Since mute for aye's that voice so dear, And closed that eye alone could charm.