SONG
O, whither has she fled from out the dawning and the day?
Empty is the dark of her, and twilight silver gray,
For the world that she makes happy now is far and far away.
Strange, because a girl is gone the stars are not so bright,
The sunset sky not fair as once, nor morning after night,
While from the day has past away a dear and lovely light.
Come back, come back, my darling girl, and set the stars aglow;
And make the daylight dear again, and make the blossoms blow;
Come back, come back, my golden girl, never again to go.
