 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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COME WHERE MY LOVE LIES DREAMING.
QUARTETTE.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away,
In visions bright redeeming
The fleeting joys of day;
Dreaming the happy hours away,
In visions bright redeeming
The fleeting joys of day;
Dreaming the happy hours,
Dreaming the happy hours away;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come with a lute, come with a lay,
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Dreaming the happy hours away;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come with a lute, come with a lay,
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Soft is her slumber;
Thoughts bright and free
Dance through her dreams
Like gushing melody;
Light is her young heart,
Light may it be:
Come where my love lies dreaming.
Thoughts bright and free
Dance through her dreams
Like gushing melody;
Light is her young heart,
Light may it be:
Come where my love lies dreaming.
Dreaming the happy hours,
Dreaming the happy hours away;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come with a lute, come with a lay,
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Dreaming the happy hours away;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come with a lute, come with a lay,
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
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