Stephen Foster, 1860
Come, I am longing to hear thee,|
Beautiful child of song,
Come though the hearts that are near thee,
Around the devotedly throng.
Come, I am longing to hear thee,
|: Beautiful child of song, :|
Im longing to hear thee
Carol thy lay, sweet child of song.
2. Come, for the spell of a fairy|
Dwells in thy magical voice,
And at thy step, light and airy,
E'en cold hearts enraptured rejoice.
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