اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When you're away dear,
how weary the lonesome hours,
sunshine seems gray dear,
the fragrance has left the flowers . . .
Ever I hear you in seeming
whispering soft love words to me
Ah if I knew it were but dreaming
n'er to be . . .
Then, when you're near me
there's n'yot that I strive to do
save to endear me
more fondly my love to you . . .
Never again let us part dear,
I'd die without you my own,
hold me again to your heart,
I love you alone . . .
( Never again let us part dear,
I'd die without you my own . . . )
. . . hold me again to your heart,
I love you alone . . .
Love you my own . . .
love you alone!
