Echoes of Spring | ||
A SERENADE.
Come, open the window,
My sweet dusky maid!
And list to my singing,
A love serenade!
A love serenade!
My sweet dusky maid!
And list to my singing,
A love serenade!
A love serenade!
There's music and love,
Afloat in the air,
'Tis all on account,
Of a damsel so fair;
A damsel so fair.
Afloat in the air,
'Tis all on account,
Of a damsel so fair;
A damsel so fair.
5
My harp is in tune,
And my hand is in plight,
But my love-sick heart,
Is a burden to night,
A burden to night.
And my hand is in plight,
But my love-sick heart,
Is a burden to night,
A burden to night.
Oh! list to my ditty,
My beautiful Grace,
And show me once more,
A smile on thy face,
A smile on thy face.
My beautiful Grace,
And show me once more,
A smile on thy face,
A smile on thy face.
And oh! what a blessing,
Of joy it would be,
If some day you'd open,
Your heart unto me,
Your heart unto me.
Of joy it would be,
If some day you'd open,
Your heart unto me,
Your heart unto me.
I'd sing like the song-birds,
'Mong blossoms of June,
A ballad of love
To a livelier tune,
A livelier tune.
'Mong blossoms of June,
A ballad of love
To a livelier tune,
A livelier tune.
Echoes of Spring | ||