American Old Time Song Lyrics: 41 The Absent Lover
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 41
THE ABSENT LOVER.
By Johnston Lyske.
Tune-"Thy Voice is Near Me in My Dreams"
My own first love, I'll sing of you,
However crnel you seem;
Tho' false you be, I'll still prove true,
And in my fancy's dream
Recall your face and form to mind,
While absent you remain;
Why should you always prove unkind?
Come back to me again-
Come back to me again;
Why should you always prove unkind?
Come back to me again.
Through woods and dells we used to rove,
When youth was in its morn;
And thought, and talked, and sang of love,
Devoid of cares forlorn;
My mind reverts to days gone by,
My thoughts are filled with pain.
Yet struggling hopes express the sigh,"He'll come to me again"He'll come to me again;
Yet struggling hopes express the sigh,"He'll come to me again."
Yes, yes, I thought he cared for me,
Impatience wrecks my mind;
Sincerest love deceived must be.
Where lovers prove unkind;
Love's pathos in this broken heart.
By willful absence slain,
Fresh from its sombrous pall shall start,
When he comes back again-
When he comes back again;
Fresh from its sombrous pall shall start,
When he comes back again. /