Summer Longings |
Denis Florence McCarthy, 1849
Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May Waiting for the pleasant rambles, Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, With the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way. Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May.
2. Ah! my heart is sick with longing, | 3. Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May. Sighing for their sure returning When the summer beams are burning, Hopes and flow'rs that dead or dying All the winer lay. Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May.
4. Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing, |
5. Waiting sad, dejected, weary, Waiting for the May. Spring goes by with wasted warnings Moonlight evenings, sunbright mornings Summer comes, yet dark and dreary Life still ebbs away Man is ever weary weary, Waiting for the May. |