I hear of thee in the singing of the streams I hear of the from a voice within my dreams Each sound and each sigh will remind me of thee ever Gentle gentle queen of my song I long for thee mid the fairest of the fair And find no joy for I know tho art not there Without thee all gladness Would lead me unto madness Gentle, gentle, queen of my song Why does will the old time still hang o'er me Why for one spirit will I long Why does my fate from thee implore me Gentle, gentle, queen of my song