Come With Thy Sweet Voice Again
Come With Thy Sweet Voice Again | |
Stephen Foster, 1854
| Come with thy sweet voice again, To my heart still dear, Laden with soft, soothing pain, Like a tear, like a tear. Bright visions, long vanished, Round thy melodies beam: Lulled in the lap of thy sighs, Let me dream, let me dream. Chorus: Come again! Come with thy sweet voice again! Come, oh! come again! Come with thy sweet voice again! |
2. Bring not a language that tells How the light hours roll: Come with the music that wells From thy soul, from thy soul. Come not with bright off'rings, Cold, unhallowed and new: Bring but thine own gentle heart, Ever true, ever true. Chorus: |