SONGI bring my weariness to thee,My bitter dreams I bring;Love with a wounded wing,And life consumed of memory,I bring to thee.The haven of thy happy breast—Of this my dreams are fain:For all my weary pain,In all the world there is no rest,But on thy breast.
I bring my weariness to thee,My bitter dreams I bring;Love with a wounded wing,And life consumed of memory,I bring to thee.The haven of thy happy breast—Of this my dreams are fain:For all my weary pain,In all the world there is no rest,But on thy breast.
I bring my weariness to thee,My bitter dreams I bring;Love with a wounded wing,And life consumed of memory,I bring to thee.The haven of thy happy breast—Of this my dreams are fain:For all my weary pain,In all the world there is no rest,But on thy breast.
I bring my weariness to thee,My bitter dreams I bring;Love with a wounded wing,And life consumed of memory,I bring to thee.
I bring my weariness to thee,
My bitter dreams I bring;
Love with a wounded wing,
And life consumed of memory,
I bring to thee.
The haven of thy happy breast—Of this my dreams are fain:For all my weary pain,In all the world there is no rest,But on thy breast.
The haven of thy happy breast—
Of this my dreams are fain:
For all my weary pain,
In all the world there is no rest,
But on thy breast.