 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE HOUR I PASS WITH THEE.
The hour I pass with thee, my love,
Doth yield this heart the most delight,
Oh! what on earth is half so bright
As hours I pass with thee?
And as the breeze that fans the grove,
Is perfumed by the fragrant flowers,
So time can sweetness steal from hours
I pass, my love, with thee!
Doth yield this heart the most delight,
Oh! what on earth is half so bright
As hours I pass with thee?
And as the breeze that fans the grove,
Is perfumed by the fragrant flowers,
So time can sweetness steal from hours
I pass, my love, with thee!
When mem'ry o'er the distant past
Pursues her course, with weary wing,
The only joys she back can bring,
Are hours I've passed with thee!
And when, through future time, as fast
Fond fancy steers, with hopeful pow'r,
Her leading star is still the hour
I've yet to pass with thee!
Pursues her course, with weary wing,
The only joys she back can bring,
Are hours I've passed with thee!
And when, through future time, as fast
Fond fancy steers, with hopeful pow'r,
Her leading star is still the hour
I've yet to pass with thee!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |