By The Sad Sad Waves
By: traditional
Written by: traditional

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  • By The Sad Sad Waves
By the sad sea waves, I listen while they moan
A lament o'er graves of hope and pleasure gone
I am young, I was fair
I had once not a care
From the rising of the morn' to the setting of the sun
Yet I pine like a slave by the sad sea wave
Come again, bright days of hope and pleasure gone!

From my care last night, by holy sleep beguiled
In the fair dream light, my home upon me smiled
Oh how sweet amid the dew
Every flower that I knew
Breathed a welcome back to the wore and weary child
I awake in my grave by the sad sea wave
Come again bright dream, so peacefully that smiled!