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BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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Will the time ever come, my darling, my sweetheart, When here in the strong arms that longingly wait, You will rest thus forever, and never to part From love that is deep and defiant of fate ?
My darling, my dearie, my love and my idol, I am worshiping now at the sanctified shrine,
Wherein hath been hallowed the vows of a bridal That made you in soul, if not mortally mine.
My heart is the censer, where incense is burning— The incense of love that is fragrant and strong—
The eyes of my soul to your image are turning, And breathing my love-prayer, I sing you this song:
I love you, my sweetheart; my sweetheart, I love you;
Each moment of life is a tear and a sigh; Oh, come to the arms that so longingly wait you,
Come to the love that's as deep as the sky. |
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