forlorn, my love, nofort near
air—“let me in this ae night.”
forlorn, my love, nofort near,
far, far from thee, i wander here;
far, far from thee, the fate severe,
at which i most repine, love.
chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!
but near, near, near me,
how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
and mingle sighs with mine, love.
around me scowls a wintry sky,
blasting each bud of hope and joy;
and shelter, shade, nor home have i;