 | [Song of the exile, in] The ladies' wreath |  |
SONG OF THE EXILE.
[1]
The song, the song, that once could move me,In life's glad day,
The song of her who used to love me,
It makes my heart grow fonder, fonder,—wildly obey,
The spell that wins each thought to wander far—far away.
The song, the song that once could move me,
In life's glad day,
Far, far away.
2
Once more upon my native riverThe moonbeams play—
Once more the ripples shine as ever—
Far, far away.
But ah! the friends who smiled around me
Where, where are they?
Where the secret charm that early bound me?
Far, far away.
The song, the song, &c.
3
I think of all that hope once taught me,Too bright to stay—
Of all that music fain had brought me,
Far, far away;
And weep to feel there's no returning
Of that glad day;
E'er all that brightened life's fresh morn
Was far, far away.
The song, the song, &c.
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