Thou art the Queen of my song

I long for thee; must I long and long in vain?
I sigh for thee; will thou come not back again?
Though cold forms surround us
To sever all that bound us
Gentle queen of my song
The fields and the fair flowers shall welcome thee
And all to thy pleasures shall belong
Pride of my early years
Thou art the queen of my song
The days are gone, days of summer bright and gay
The days of love we so fondly whiled away
But still while I’m dreaming
Thy smiles o’er me beaming
Gentle queen of my song
The wind o’er the lone meadow wails for thee
The birds sing thy beauties all day long
Pride of my early years
Thou art the queen of my song
I turn to thee; though our happy hours have flown
I turn to thee; and my saddest thoughts are gone
For love will be burning
And memory still returning
Gentle queen of my song
Come let thy warm heart rejoice with me
Come from the bright and luring throng
Pride of my early years
Thou art the queen of my song