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