Linda Has Departed
Linda Has Departed | |
Stephen Foster, 1859
| Death with his cold hand, |: Hath robbed me of ev'ry hope, :| My loved one is gone, Bleak was the moment, |: That parted our beating hearts, :| And left me alone. Sweet was the low voice, |: That wrapt me in font delight, :| As fair visions do, Soft were the dark eyes, |: That languished in beauty bright, :| How fondly and true! Chorus: Linda has departed, The warm and tender hearted, Linda has departed And left me here to mourn. |
2. Blest were the hours passed, |: With her whom my soul adored, :| Whose heart was so light; Sad is the lone hour, |: Bereft of my darling one, :| In the darknes and night. All now is cheerless, |: My joys long have passed away, :| With love fleeting years; Hope has no comfort, |: For sadness now holdeth sway, :| And leave me in tears. Chorus: |