They met when the snow had fallen,
They met when the ground was white,
Two youths in search of a lover,
Two youths in the moon’s pale light,

She was as fair as Alhambra,
He was surely a northern prince,
These youths who’d found each other,
These youths e’er one e’er since,

They danced and cried to the music,
They burned with the heat of the wine,
Nothing could part such lovers,
Not God, nor man, nor time,

And still the music moves them,
And still they taste the wine,
This girl from the Moorish castle,
This youth of the northern clime,
Entwined in the still sweet darkness,
Entwined in a love sublime.