Come Dearest, The Daylight is Gone

Come dearest the daylight is gone,
     And the stars are unveiling to thee,
Come wander my lov’d one alone,
     If alone thou can’st call it with me
Let us go where the wild flowers bloom,
     Amid the soft dews of the night,
Where the orange dispels its perfume,
     And the rose speaks of love and of light.

Let us go where the wild flowers bloom,
Amid the soft dews of the night,
Where the orange dispels its perfume,
And the rose speaks of love and of light.

Remember love I must soon leave thee,
     To wander mid strangers alone,
Where at eve thy sweet smile will not greet me,
     Nor thy gentle voice at morn;
But oh ’t will be sweet to rmember,
     That though I am far, far from thee,
That the hand of fate only can sever
     My lasting affection from thee.