Song

I walk'd in the lonesome evening,
And who so sad as I,
When I saw the young men and maiden
Merrily passing by.
To thee, my Love, to thee-
So fain would I come to thee!
While the ripples fold upon sands of gold
And I look across the sea.

I stretch out my hands; who will clasp them?
I call - thou repliest no word:
O why should heart-longing be weaker
Than the waving wings of a bird!
To thee, my Love, the thee-
SO fain would I come to thee!
For the tide's at rest from east to west,
And I look across the see.

There's joy in the hopeful morning,
There's peace in the parting day,
There's sorrow with every lover
Whose true love is far away.
To thee, my Love, to thee-
So fain would I come to thee!
And the water's bright in a still moonlight,
As I look across the sea.

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