English Song

written in 1795

Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near, Far, far from thee I wander here; Far, far from thee, the fate severe At which I most repine, Love. O wert thou, Love, but near me, But near, near, near me; How kindly thou wouldst chear me, And mingle sighs with mine, Love. Around me scowls a wintry sky, Blasting each bud of hope and joy; And shelter, shade, nor home have I, Save in these arms of thine, Love. O wert thou, Love, but near me, But near, near, near me; How kindly thou wouldst chear me, And mingle sighs with mine, Love. Cold, alter'd friend with cruel art Poisoning fell Misfortune's dart; Let me not break thy faithful heart, And say that fate is mine, Love. O wert thou, Love, but near me, But near, near, near me; How kindly thou wouldst chear me, And mingle sighs with mine, Love. But , dreary tho' the moments fleet, O let me think we yet shall meet! That only ray of solace sweet Can on thy Chloris shine, Love! O wert thou, Love, but near me, But near, near, near me; How kindly thou wouldst chear me, And mingle sighs with mine, Love.