I |
n the silence of a morning Through the quiet dawn-streaked sky I can hear my lover singing I can see her fiery eyes I know that she doth call me on To seek where'er she be I'll know her when I find her For she sings her songs to me. |
C |
ome singing Come sighing Come find me My love. Come crying Come moving The bright stars Above. |
P |
ast the blessed gates of heaven Through the seething fires of hell Although I seek my lover Her music hides her well But I shall fin'lly find her Her secrets I will know When my lover sings her lovesong What choice have I but go? |
B |
e y' soldier Or starman Or king of The sky Y' never Will find me As hard as Y' try. |
| The Story of Cambolinee |
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