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I had a guinea golden;
I lost it in the sand,
And though the sum was simple,
And pounds were in the land,
Still had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye,
That when I could not find it
I sat me down to sigh.
I had a crimson robin
Who sang full many a day,
But when the woods were painted
He, too, did fly away.
Time brought me other robins,—
Their ballads were the same,—
Still for my missing troubadour
I kept the “house at hame.” |
I had a star in heaven;
One Pleiad was its name,
And when I was not heeding
It wandered from the same.
And though the skies are crowded,
And all the night ashine,
I do not care about it,
Since none of them are mine. |
My story has a moral:
I have a missing friend,—
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand,—
And when this mournful ditty,
Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find |
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You talk with me again
You keep hold on me again
For the time of a day
Why have you no time to spare
When I’ve been, mon chere
When I’ve been so lonely
I’ve been so sad
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Ask no questions this
time
After ones do you think I could tender
Don’t remind ‘bout the past
For the sake of this love that I send you
Lights through the ruby wine
Reads between the lines all your smiles
You talk with me again
Is it just your endless game
I’ll be the same, mon chere, the same, mon chere, the same
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