Songs We Like to Sing
One parting kiss I give thee;
And then whate'er befalls me,
I go where honor calls me.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love,
Farewell, farewell, my own true love.
Ne'er more may I behold thee,
Or to this heart enfold thee; With spear and pennon glancing,
I see the toe advancing,
I think of thee with longing,
Think thou, when tears are thronging,
That with my lst faint sighing,
I'll whisper soft when dying,
© 1999, Lynn Waterman