Oh, come to me, come to me, over
The miles that would keep us apart,
Though far from the eyes of your lover,
At least you may visit his heart.
In the night-time, when lovers are nearest,
In dreams like a wandering fay,
Oh, come to me, come to me, dearest,
Although you must fly with the day.
The miles that would keep us apart,
Though far from the eyes of your lover,
At least you may visit his heart.
In the night-time, when lovers are nearest,
In dreams like a wandering fay,
Oh, come to me, come to me, dearest,
Although you must fly with the day.
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