forlorn, my love, no comfort near

　　air—“let me in this ae night.”

　　forlorn, my love, no comfort near,

　　far, far from thee, i wander here;

　　far, far from thee, the fate severe,

　　at which i most repine, love.

　　chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!

　　but near, near, near me,

　　how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,

　　and mingle sighs with mine, love.

　　around me scowls a wintry sky,

　　blasting each bud of hope and joy;

　　and shelter, shade, nor home have i;

　　save in these arms of thine, love.

　　o wert thou, c.

　　cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,

　　to poison fortune's ruthless dart—

　　let me not break thy faithful heart,

　　and say that fate is mine, love.

　　o wert thou, c.

　　but, dreary tho' the moments fleet,

　　o let me think we yet shall meet;

　　that only ray of solace sweet,

　　can on thy chloris shine, love!

　　o wert thou, c.