Poems (Bell)/In Dreams
IN DREAMS.
Thinking of you my darling
All through the weary day
And the thought of you, my darling
Is wearing my life away.
O for the days that are past, dear,
Days from all sorrow free,
The words that you said to me then, dear
Were as a low, sweet song to me.
All through the weary day
And the thought of you, my darling
Is wearing my life away.
O for the days that are past, dear,
Days from all sorrow free,
The words that you said to me then, dear
Were as a low, sweet song to me.
The purple shadows are deep'ning
Over the distant hill,
And the thought of you, my dear one
Leaves in my heart a long, sad thrill.
You are here beside me my darling
Holding me fast by the hand.
Over the distant hill,
And the thought of you, my dear one
Leaves in my heart a long, sad thrill.
You are here beside me my darling
Holding me fast by the hand.
Together at last! My darling,
In this far distant land!
Away from all sorrow and care, dear,
Was there ever a land like this
Unknown before, so real now,
Ah, I never e'en dreamed of such bliss!
In this far distant land!
Away from all sorrow and care, dear,
Was there ever a land like this
Unknown before, so real now,
Ah, I never e'en dreamed of such bliss!
The crimson shadows are breaking
Over the distant hill,
I awaken! The dream is over,
And the low, low, small voice is still.
And you're no longer by my side, dear,
Alas! I am alone again,
Back once more to the old life
In all its realistic pain.
Over the distant hill,
I awaken! The dream is over,
And the low, low, small voice is still.
And you're no longer by my side, dear,
Alas! I am alone again,
Back once more to the old life
In all its realistic pain.