9.00 Uhr bei Jamie

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,

That can sing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man’s son doth know.

I carry your heart with me

I am never without it.

I fear no fate, I want no world

And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant.