I'm Saddest When I Sing.
You think I've a merry heart,
Because my songs are gay.
But, oh! they all were taught to me
By friends now gone away.
The bird retains his silver note,
. Though bondage chains his wing;
His song is not a happy oneI'm saddest when I sing.
I heard them first in that sweet home
I never more shall see;
And now each song of joy has got
A plaintive turn for me.
Alas! 'tis vain in Winter time,
To mock the songs of Spring;
Each note recalls some whithered leafI'm saddest when I sing.
Of all the friends I used to love,
My harp remains alone;
Its faithful voice still seems to be
An echo of my own.
My tears, when I bend o'er it,
Will fall upon its string;
Yet those who hear me, little think
I'm saddest when I sing.