Lily Ray |
Stephen Foster, 1850
While in their sunny bowers, Sweet birds rejoice, Mingling with budding flowers, Loves gentle voice, Grief to thy memory Tuneth a lay, |: Lovely departed one, Sweet Lily Ray. :| | 2. When slumber's dreamy light O'er me is thrown, Calling in visions bright, Days that are gone, While round my drooping heart, Joy seems to play, |: Fondly I dream of thee, Sweet Lily Ray. :| |
3. When liquid melody Falls on mine ear, Then I impulsively Deem thou art near; But when a gentle form Passeth away, |: Sadly I mourn for thee, Sweet Lily Ray. :| |