At the mid-hour of night when stars are weeping, I fly to the lawn where we loved when life shone warm in my night. And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of earth, to revisit past scenes of delight that will come to me there. Faintly answering still the notes which once were so dear. Then I'll sing the wild song which once it was rapture to hear. When our voices both mingling breathed like one on the air. And as I go far off through the vale, my sad odes unrolls. I think of my love, cheers thy voice from the kingdom of souls. Faintly answering still the notes which once were so dear. Thank you for watching!
