Good-Bye, Sweetheart

E. NASON & CO. SONG PUBLISHERS, 120 Fulton Street, New York.

Good-Bye, Sweetheart.

The bright stars fade, the morn is breaking,
The dew-drops pearl each but and leaf,
And I from thee my leave am taking,
With bliss too brief,
With bliss, with bliss too brief.
How sinks my heart with fond alarms—
The tear is hiding in mine eye:
For time doth thrust me from thine arms;
Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye!
Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye!
For time doth thrust me from thine arms;
Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye!

The sun is up, the lark is soaring;
Loud swells the song of chanticleer;
The levret bounds o’er earth’s soft flooring,
Yet I am here,
Yet I am, yet I am here.
For since night’s gems from heaven did fade,
And morn to floral lips doth hie,
I could not leave thee, though I said:
“Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye;
Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye.”
I could not leave thee, though I said:
“Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye.”

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