forlorn, my love, no fort near
air—“let me in this ae night.”
forlorn, my love, no fort near,
far, far from thee, i wander here
far, far from thee, the fate severe,
at which i most repine, love.
chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!
ut near, near, near me,
how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
and mingle sighs with mine, love.
around me scowls a wintry sky,
lasting each bud of hope and joy
and shelter, shade, nor home have i
ave in these arms of thine, love.
o wert thou, c.
cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
to poison fortune's ruthless dart—
let me not break thy faithful heart,
and say that fate is mine, love.
o wert thou, c.
ut, dreary tho' the moments fleet,
o let me thi shall meet
that only ray of solace sweet,
on thy chloris shine, love!
o wert thou, c.
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