Copyright, 1891, by Robert Patterson.
Words and Music by Robert Patterson.
Twilight has come, sweet Madeline:
See o'er the lake, love, the moon's silv'ry sheen.
Hark! some one's song, there gleams the oar,
They're gathering lilies that are growing near the shore.
Come, as we row, a secret I'll tell.
Yet 'tis no secret, you know it well-
My heart will break, my love, my queen;
Will you be mine, dear, sweet Madeline.
Oh, your bright smile haunts me all day;
Your image, love, from my heart cannot stray,
Where'er I go, whate'er I do,
Fondly I'm dreaming, ever dreaming, love, of you.
Sweet Madeline, your fair hand in mine
Thrills me with rapture, love that's divine;
Here and now, 'mid this beauteous scene,
Say you'll be mine, dear, sweet Madeline.