Come to My Arms, Precious Darling.
Copyright, 1880, by Henry Morse.
Come to my arms, precious darling,
I love thee far better than all;
I would give the world to be with thee.
My own, my precious darling one.
Oh, how sad it seems for me,
When shall I see thy smiling face?
But I soon will be with thee, darling,
Never, oh, never leave thee again.
Then come to my arms, precious darling.
Thy sweet and tender face I see;
I love thee far sweeter than ever,
And be forever here with thee.
Still I love thee, dear one, sweeter
Than all the Mowers that grow;
What will I do in this world without thee,
No one to love, no one but thee.
Oh, thou hast cherished me beyond heaven.
Tears in my eyes overflow;
Thy love still remains in my heart for ever,
I'll never leave thee through wail or woe.-Chorus.