Would I Were With Thee.Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hourWhich now I pass so sadly far from thee,Would that my form possess’d the magic powerTo follow where my heavy heart would be;Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,Would I were with thee eternally.Would I were with thee, when the world forgettingThy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,While bright and red our evening sun is setting,And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,Would I were with thee in thy joy.Would I were with thee, when no longer feigningThe hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;When all seems dark and sad below,Would I were with thee in thy woe.Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,Would I were with thee evermore.
Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hourWhich now I pass so sadly far from thee,Would that my form possess’d the magic powerTo follow where my heavy heart would be;Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,Would I were with thee eternally.Would I were with thee, when the world forgettingThy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,While bright and red our evening sun is setting,And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,Would I were with thee in thy joy.Would I were with thee, when no longer feigningThe hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;When all seems dark and sad below,Would I were with thee in thy woe.Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,Would I were with thee evermore.
Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hourWhich now I pass so sadly far from thee,Would that my form possess’d the magic powerTo follow where my heavy heart would be;Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,Would I were with thee eternally.Would I were with thee, when the world forgettingThy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,While bright and red our evening sun is setting,And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,Would I were with thee in thy joy.Would I were with thee, when no longer feigningThe hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;When all seems dark and sad below,Would I were with thee in thy woe.Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,Would I were with thee evermore.
Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hourWhich now I pass so sadly far from thee,Would that my form possess’d the magic powerTo follow where my heavy heart would be;Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,Would I were with thee eternally.
Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hour
Which now I pass so sadly far from thee,
Would that my form possess’d the magic power
To follow where my heavy heart would be;
Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,
Would I were with thee eternally.
Would I were with thee, when the world forgettingThy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,While bright and red our evening sun is setting,And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,Would I were with thee in thy joy.
Would I were with thee, when the world forgetting
Thy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,
While bright and red our evening sun is setting,
And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;
While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,
Would I were with thee in thy joy.
Would I were with thee, when no longer feigningThe hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;When all seems dark and sad below,Would I were with thee in thy woe.
Would I were with thee, when no longer feigning
The hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,
When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,
And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;
When all seems dark and sad below,
Would I were with thee in thy woe.
Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,Would I were with thee evermore.
Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,
And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,
Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,
Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:
In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,
Would I were with thee evermore.