Echoes of Spring :: :: University of Virginia Library

Come, open the window,
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.

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.

Oh! list to my ditty,
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.

I'd sing like the song-birds,
'Mong blossoms of June,
A ballad of love
To a livelier tune,
A livelier tune.