  When I am absent, sweetheart, And you are left alone; Will you spend your time in sighing For me to come back home? How well I know you’ll miss me, For I know that I’ll miss you; Tho’ we may be far apart, dear, Yet my love for you will be true. I often sit and wonder, And life’s love song repeat; Ah! because I love you only, Is what makes life so sweet. With you alone I’m happy, And when we are apart I sigh; I wish each moment and hour, That you were ever nigh. O tell me, sweetheart, when I’m absent, Do you love me as when I’m near; Do you yearn for my returning, Do you sigh or shed one tear? The roses bring sweet fragrance, And twilight brings the dew; The birds sing songs of gladness, Ah! true love will bring me to you. |
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