 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
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THE TRYSTING TREE.
Now the golden sun hath set,
And I am at the trysting tree,
Dearest, you will not forget
That here to meet you promised me.
Now is every flower closing,
Falling is the ev'ning dew,
Birds are with their mates reposing—
Where, my true Love, where are you?
And I am at the trysting tree,
Dearest, you will not forget
That here to meet you promised me.
Now is every flower closing,
Falling is the ev'ning dew,
Birds are with their mates reposing—
Where, my true Love, where are you?
Darkness is around descending,
See the lovely ev'ning star
Like a brilliant page, attending
On the young moon's silver car!
While together thus they wander
Through the silent summer sky,
So on earth, less bright, but fonder,
Dearest, so will you and I.
See the lovely ev'ning star
Like a brilliant page, attending
On the young moon's silver car!
While together thus they wander
Through the silent summer sky,
So on earth, less bright, but fonder,
Dearest, so will you and I.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |