Turn Not Away
Turn Not Away | |
Stephen Foster, 1850
| Turn not away! Turn not away From the fond heart thou hast slighted: Scorn not my dream, Bright as the beam |: E'er by thy cold frown benighted :| E'er by thy cold frown benighted Bid me not now Spurn every vow Once so confidingly plighted. | 2. Where shall I turn How can I learn Other delights to awaken? Ne'er can I find Joy for my mind, |: Hope from my heart being taken, :| Hope from my heart being taken. Vainly I'll strive Hope to revive When by thee scorned and forsaken. |
| 3. When I would smile, Grief to beguile, Peace from my breast has departed; When I would hide Anguish in pride |: Sorrowing tear drops have started :| Sorrowing tear drops have started. Turn not away! Turn not away! Leave me not now broken hearted! |