\u27Twere vain to tell thee all I feelOr say for thee I\u27d die, or say for thee I\u27d die;I find that words will but conceal What my soul would wish to sigh.Ah! well a day the sweetest melody Cou\u27d never never say one half my love for theeThen let me silently reveal What my soul would wish to sighThou\u27st often call\u27d my voice a Bird\u27s Whose music like a spell, whose music like a spell,Could change to rapture ev\u27n the words of our slow and sad farewell
