My lady love lives far away,
And oh my heart is sad by day,
And ah my tears fall fast by night,
What may I do in such a plight.
Back to the breast of thy mother,
Child of the earth!
E'en her caress can not smother
AN old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound,
And all her ways were filled with clam'rous sound.
Wailed loud the South with unremitting grief,
Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains,
(Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder)
The trees are sad, and the wind complains,
Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing,
It flies to thee this morning like a bird,
Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing,
MY muvver's ist the nicest one
'At ever lived wiz folks;
She lets you have ze mostes' fun,
Storm and strife and stress,
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day
Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low.
An' de mockin' bird is singin' in de locus' by de do',
At the golden gate of song
Stood I, knocking all day long,
But the Angel, calm and cold,
Still refused and bade me, 'Hold.'