And I will play for you,
And I will play for you.
Of old a sigh betray’d your breast,
The courier of your pain,
And just one tear-drop unrepress’d,
Came, shone, and fled again, and fled again.
You lov’d me then,
And when you ask if I can play it yet,
I sit and sound the tender task I never may forget.
And if you falter at the part where long ago you sigh’d,