Songs We Like to Sing
Last night when all was still!
It sang in the golden moonlight,
From out the woodland hill.
I opened my window so gently,
I looked on the dreaming dew,
And oh! the bird, my darling,
Was singing, singing of you, of you!
I think of you in the daytime,
I dream of you by night,
I wake and would you were here, love,
And tears are blinding my sight.
I hear a low breath in the lime tree,
The wind is floating through;
And oh! the night, my darling,
Is sighing, sighing for you, for you!
Oh, think not I can forget you;
I could not, tho' I would;
I see you in all around me,
The stream, the night, the wood,
The flowers that slumber so gently,
The stars above the blue;
Oh! heaven itself, my darling,
Is praying, praying for you, for you!
© 1999, Lynn Waterman