When the glow worm gilds the Elfin flow\u27r,That clings round the ruined shrine, Where first we met, when first we lov\u27d, And I confess\u27d me thine, \u27Tis there I\u27ll fly to meet thee still, At sound of vesper bell. In the starry light, of a summer night, In the starry light, of a summer night, In the starry light, of a summer night, On the banks of the blue Moselle, On the banks of the blue Moselle, In the starry light of a summer night, On the banks of the blue Moselle.
If the cares of life should shade thy brow, Yes yes in our native bow\u27rs My Lute and heart might best accords, To tell of happier hours. \u27Yes there I\u27ll sooth thy grief to rest,Each sigh of sorrow quell
