 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
I THINK OF THEE.
I love to roam at night
By the deep sea,
When the pale moon is bright,
And think of thee:
And as the beacon's light
Gleams o'er the sea,
Shedding its guardian light,
I think of thee.
By the deep sea,
When the pale moon is bright,
And think of thee:
And as the beacon's light
Gleams o'er the sea,
Shedding its guardian light,
I think of thee.
When o'er some flow'ry ground
Night winds breathe free,
Wafting fresh fragrance round,
I think of thee!
Then, if some trembling star
Beaming I see,
Brighter than others far!—
I think of thee.
Night winds breathe free,
Wafting fresh fragrance round,
I think of thee!
Then, if some trembling star
Beaming I see,
Brighter than others far!—
I think of thee.
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Though, love, by fate forbid
Thou art to me,
Yet, like a treasure hid,
I think of thee;
And though thy plighted kiss
Mine ne'er can be,
Next is the secret bliss
To think of thee.
Thou art to me,
Yet, like a treasure hid,
I think of thee;
And though thy plighted kiss
Mine ne'er can be,
Next is the secret bliss
To think of thee.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |