 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
GRIEF IS MINE.
Grief is mine since thou art gone,
Thou, my love, my secret one,
I hide my thoughts, and weep alone,
That none may hear or see;
But grief, tho' silent, tells its tale—
They watch my cheek, and see 'tis pale:
But the cheek may fade, and the heart ne'er fail—
I will still be true to thee.
Sual, sual, a-rūn.
Thou, my love, my secret one,
I hide my thoughts, and weep alone,
That none may hear or see;
But grief, tho' silent, tells its tale—
They watch my cheek, and see 'tis pale:
But the cheek may fade, and the heart ne'er fail—
I will still be true to thee.
Sual, sual, a-rūn.
Oh! give me wings, sweet bird of air,
Soaring aloft in the bright clouds there;
There is hope in Heaven—on the earth is despair—
Oh! that a bird I were!
'Tis then I would seek my place of rest,
And fly unto my loved one's breast,
Within his heart to make my nest,
And dwell for ever there!
Sual, sual, a-rūn.
Soaring aloft in the bright clouds there;
There is hope in Heaven—on the earth is despair—
Oh! that a bird I were!
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And fly unto my loved one's breast,
Within his heart to make my nest,
And dwell for ever there!
Sual, sual, a-rūn.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |