Anne

Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me
The darling of my heart to me
Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me
The darling of my heart to me
Cold in the
Cold in the
Cold in the
Cold in the
I love the silent hour of night
For blissful dreams may then arise
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!
And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe
Cold in the
Cold in the
Cold in the
Cold in the
Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me
The darling of my heart to me