Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near

forlorn, my love, no fort near

air—“let me in this ae night.”

forlorn, my love, no fort 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 thi shall meet;

that on

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