Lyrics:
First verse
Above the hills the silv'ry moon is beaming, And thro' the trees the crystal lake is gleaming; Here, all alone I wander, fondly dreaming Of the happy days gone by. How often, in the golden Summer weather, When twilight's shade was falling o'er the heather, We've wandered thro' the wildwood ways together, You, my own dear one, and I.
Refrain
My dear one, the world grows brighter, My dear one, my heart is lighter, For soon, love, from you, my own love; Never more I'll part, my own dear one.Second verse - When o'er the fields the birds are fleetly winging, Or high among the leafy branches clinging, I seem to hear them ever sweetly singing: ""Yes, your own dear one is true."" Yet, as I listen to their merry greeting, I'm longing for the hour of our meeting, To hear your voice in tender tones repeating, Low and sweetly: ""I love you.""
(Refrain)
