4 acessos
When you're away dear,
how weary the lonesome hours,
sunshine seems gray dear,
the fragrance has left the flowers . . .
Ever I hear you in seeming
whispering soft love words to me
Ah if I knew it were but dreaming
n'er to be . . .
Then, when you're near me
there's n'yot that I strive to do
save to endear me
more fondly my love to you . . .
Never again let us part dear,
I'd die without you my own,
hold me again to your heart,
I love you alone . . .
( Never again let us part dear,
I'd die without you my own . . . )
. . . hold me again to your heart,
I love you alone . . .
Love you my own . . .
love you alone!