forlorn, my love, no comfort near（1/1）

forlorn, my love, nofort near

air—“let me in this ae night.”

forlorn, my love, nofort near,

far, far from thee, i wander here;

far, far from thee, the fate severe,

at which i most repine, love.

chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!

but near, near, near me,

how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,

and mingle sighs with mine, love.

around me scowls a wintry sky,

blasting each bud of hope and joy;

and shelter, shade, nor home have i;

save in these arms of thine, love.

o wert thou, &c.

cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,

to poison fortune's ruthless dart—

let me not break thy faithful heart,

and say that fate is mine, love.

o wert thou, &c.

but, dreary tho' the moments fleet,

o let me think we yet shall meet;

that only ray of solace sweet,

can on thy chloris shine, love!

o wert thou, &c.