I Cannot Sing To-night
I Cannot Sing To-night | |
G.F. Banister
| Kind lady, ask me not to sing The joys of other days; Chide not my muse, though she refuse To bask in Memory's rays. I would that all my youthful joys Could vanish from my sight; For ah! my heart is very sad: I cannot sing tonight. Chorus: I cannot, I cannot, cannot sing tonight; For ah! my heart is very sad: I cannot sing tonight. |
2. Since last we met, ten thousand joys Have faded from our view; The magic of our youth has fled, Our eyes have shed their dew. Since last we met, ten thousand griefs On me have spent their might; But ah! my heart is very sad: I cannot sing tonight. Chorus: |