Anne - Inüit

Cold in the grave for years has lain

The form it was my bliss to see

And only dreams can bring again

The darling of my heart to me

The darling of my heart to me

Cold in the grave for years has lain

The form it was my bliss to see

And only dreams can bring again

The darling of my heart to me

The darling of my heart to me

Cold in the

Cold in the

Cold in the

Cold in the

I love the silent hour of night

For blissful dreams may then arise

Revealing to my charmed sight

What may not bless my waking eyes!

And then a voice may meet my ear

That death has silenced long ago;

And hope and rapture may appear

Instead of solitude and woe

Cold in the

Cold in the

Cold in the

Cold in the

Cold in the grave for years has lain

The form it was my bliss to see

And only dreams can bring again

The darling of my heart to me

The darling of my heart to me