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I Wish, my Love, it was so with You.
I
Oh, I dream all day, and I muse all night,On the one dear girl that's my only light;
For my heart it is tender, and fond and true,
And my thoughts, my love, have no home but you;
No home but you,
No home but you;
My thoughts have no home in the world but you!
II
Oh, there's not a cloud on the soft blue sky,Where the blithe lark chants in the lift so high;
Yet my heart it is sad, for it's fond and true
As the cloudless heaven's unchanging blue;
Fond and true;
Fond and true;
And I wish, my love, it was so with you!
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III
There's a sweet bird singing in my poor breast;And, by night and day, he gives me no rest;
For his song it is tender, and fond, and true;
And I wish, my love, he would sing to you;
Sing to you;
Sing to you;
Oh, I wish, my love, he would sing to you!
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