R.189That dreary lake that midnight sky That wan moon struggling through the cloud That sullen murmer wispering by As if it dared not speak aloud Fall on my heart so sadly now Wither my joy so lonly Touch them not they bloom and smile But their roots are withering all the while Ah Tdltms/ Twmsttc/ Tsmwb/ Aiidnsa/ Fomhssn/ Wmjsl/ Ttntbas/ Btrawatw/ A/ |