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SIGNS.
When the sky is all crimson at eve,
'Tis a sign of fair morning, my dear,
When the cheek is all red, I believe,
'Tis a sign there is somebody near!
Somebody maids should not seek,
Somebody dearer than day;
When roses bloom warm on the cheek,
There is somebody not far away.
'Tis a sign of fair morning, my dear,
When the cheek is all red, I believe,
'Tis a sign there is somebody near!
Somebody maids should not seek,
Somebody dearer than day;
When roses bloom warm on the cheek,
There is somebody not far away.
When the gold of the west is all gone,
'Tis a sign that the day's going too;
Gold lost, is a sign coming on
That somebody's going to rue!
Somebody maids should decline,
If they wish earthly cares to be few,
When the gold is all gone 'tis a sign
Very often that Love's going too!
'Tis a sign that the day's going too;
Gold lost, is a sign coming on
That somebody's going to rue!
Somebody maids should decline,
If they wish earthly cares to be few,
When the gold is all gone 'tis a sign
Very often that Love's going too!
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