 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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I SEE HER STILL IN MY DREAMS.
[1]
While the flow'rs bloom in gladness and spring birds rejoiceThere's a void in our household of one gentle voice.
The form of a loved one hath passed from the light,
But the sound of her foot fall returns with the night;
For I see her still in my dreams,
I see her still in my dreams,
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams.
[2]
Though her voice once familiar hath gone from the dayAnd her smiles from the sunlight have faded away,
Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak,
In my visions I find the lost form that I seek;
For I see her still in my dreams,
I see her still in my dreams,
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams.
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