"Thou Art the Queen of My Song"

Gentle Queen of my Song.

I long for thee, must I long and long in vain
I sigh for thee wilt thou come not back again
 Though cold forms surround us
 To sever all that bound us
  Gentle queen of my song
  o'er the lone meadow
The wind in the weeping willow wails for thee
The birds sing thy beauties all day long Pride of my early years
 Thou art the queen of my song

     
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The days are gone, days of summer bright and gay
The days of love we so fondly whiled away
 3 But still while I'm dreaming
Thy smiles are on me beaming
  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,