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ACROSS THE SEA.
I walk'd in the lonesome evening,
And who so sad as I,
When I saw the young men and maidens
Merrily passing by.
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!
While the ripples fold upon sands of gold,
And I look across the sea.
And who so sad as I,
When I saw the young men and maidens
Merrily passing by.
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!
While the ripples fold upon sands of gold,
And I look across the sea.
I stretch out my hands; who will clasp them?
I call,—thou repliest no word:
Oh, why should heart-longing be weaker
Than the waving wings of a bird!
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!
For the tide's at rest from east to west,
And I look across the sea.
I call,—thou repliest no word:
Oh, why should heart-longing be weaker
Than the waving wings of a bird!
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!
For the tide's at rest from east to west,
And I look across the sea.
There's joy in the hopeful morning,
There's peace in the parting day,
There's sorrow with every lover
Whose true-love is far away.
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!
And the water's bright in a still moonlight,
As I look across the sea.
There's peace in the parting day,
There's sorrow with every lover
Whose true-love is far away.
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!
And the water's bright in a still moonlight,
As I look across the sea.
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