FOUR SONGS
I. THE PEASANT GIRL
Beyond the sea he goes, beyond the sea.
Does he look back to Arcady and me?
And yet, how could it be?
How should he mate with such a maid as I?
Ah, let him go—good-by!
Does he look back to Arcady and me?
And yet, how could it be?
How should he mate with such a maid as I?
Ah, let him go—good-by!
Beyond my sight he goes, beyond my sight.
Does he look back and say, "My sweet, good-night"?
And yet, is love so light?
How should he know the pain I could not tell?
Ah, let him go—farewell!
Does he look back and say, "My sweet, good-night"?
And yet, is love so light?
How should he know the pain I could not tell?
Ah, let him go—farewell!
Beyond my prayer he goes, beyond my prayer.
Does he look back from out the great world there?
And yet, how could I dare?
How should he know if love be wrong or right?
Ah, let him go—good-night!
Does he look back from out the great world there?
And yet, how could I dare?
How should he know if love be wrong or right?
Ah, let him go—good-night!
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