Thou Art The Queen Of My Song - Robert Shaw

I long for thee;

must I long and long in vain?

I sigh for thee;

will thou come not back again?

Though cold forms surround us

To sever all that bound us

Gentle queen of my song

The fields and the fair flowers shall welcome thee

And all to thy pleasures shall belong

Pride of my early years

Thou art the queen of my song

The days are gone, days of summer bright and gay

The days of love we so fondly whiled away

But still while I’m dreaming

Thy smiles o’er me beaming

Gentle queen of my song

The wind o’er the lone meadow wails for thee

The birds sing thy beauties all day long

Pride of my early years

Thou art the queen of my song

I turn to thee;

though our happy hours have flown

I turn to thee;

and my saddest thoughts are gone

For love will be burning

And memory still returning

Gentle queen of my song

Come let thy warm heart rejoice with me

Come from the bright and luring throng

Pride of my early years

Thou art the queen of my song