Charles Ives - Dreams
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When twilight comes with shadows drear
I dream of thee, of thee dear one;
And grows my soul so dark and sad as shadows drear
They tell me not to grieve love, for thou wilt come
But oh! I can not tell why I fear their words are false:
I dream of theee, I dream of thee, love!
And thou art near till I awake
When I look back, when I look back on happier days
My eyes are filled with tears;
I see thee then in visions plain, so true, so full of love
But now I fear to ask them if thou art 'live;
They tell me not to grievе love!
For thou wilt come at last:
I dream of thee, I drеam of thee, love!
And thou art near till I awake
I dream of thee, of thee dear one;
And grows my soul so dark and sad as shadows drear
They tell me not to grieve love, for thou wilt come
But oh! I can not tell why I fear their words are false:
I dream of theee, I dream of thee, love!
And thou art near till I awake
When I look back, when I look back on happier days
My eyes are filled with tears;
I see thee then in visions plain, so true, so full of love
But now I fear to ask them if thou art 'live;
They tell me not to grievе love!
For thou wilt come at last:
I dream of thee, I drеam of thee, love!
And thou art near till I awake
