Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming Poem by Stephen Collins Foster

Stephen Collins Foster

Stephen Collins Foster

Lawrenceville, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States

Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming



Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away,
In visions bright redeeming
The fleeting joys of day;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away,
In visions bright redeeming
The fleeting joys of day;
Dreaming the happy hours,
Dreaming the happy hours away;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming,
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
Come where my love lies dreaming
Come with a lute-toned lay;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
Come with a lute, come with a lay,
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come;
Come with a lute, come with a lay,
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Soft is her slumber;
Thoughts bright and free
Dance through her dreams Like gushing melody;
Soft is her slumber;
Thoughts bright and free
Dance through her dreams Like gushing melody;
Light is her young heart,
Light may it be:
Come where my love lies dreaming.
Light is her young heart,
Light may it be:
Come where my love lies dreaming.
Dreaming the happy hours,
Dreaming the happy hours away;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming,
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Come with a lute-toned lay;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
My own love is sweetly dreaming,
Her beauty beaming;
Come with a lute, Come with a lay,
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come;
Come with a lute, Come with a lay,
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Dreaming the happy hours away.
Dreaming the happy hours away.

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Stephen Collins Foster

Stephen Collins Foster

Lawrenceville, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States
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