The Lover’s Farrwell.



We have met and we have parted.

We have   said our last good bye.

You have proven to me false hearted

But I scorn to breathe the sigh.



Chor

For I loved you,dear,I loved you

More than all this world could know;

But you have broken the troth you plighted ;

You may now forever go.



Go,but not to deceive another;

Try to win her for your bride ,

While this broken heart I will smother.

Love can never conquer pride.



And when you have gained her love

Ah,first  cast one thought on me.

Think of her who always loved you

And who would have died for thee.



Ah,’tis time that we were parting

For the night is growing late.

Now you leave me broken hearted

And I am gone to meet my fate.



Ah,I wish that I were marble -

Old and white  upon some shore.

If my poor heart were free from trouble

I would feel love’s plagues no more.



Here’s your ring,pray you take it

And give it to the one you love  the best.

My poor heart, you have  broken it;

Oh,you know that you have sinned.



On this river brink I stand

Till I see your face once more,

Then I will plunge beneath the wter

And land on some far shore.



There where many   a tree and bushes,

Where the dark green willows wave,

Where the gentle zephyr rushes

O’er there shall be my lonely grave.



When your name is called in Heaven,

You shall neither grieve nor sigh.

Think of nothing you are leaving;

Ah, ‘tis hard to say good bye.