The winds that waft my sighs to thee
And o'er thy tresses steal
Oh, let them tell a tale for me
My lips dare not reveal!

And as they murmur soft and clear
The love I would impart
Believe the whispers thou dost hear
Are breathings of my heart
Believe the whispers thous dost hear
Are breathings of my heart

Yet, if perchance their mission fail
Thy coldness to remove
And night winds with their plaintive waile
Bring back my proffered love!

Then think whenever thou look'st on high
And see'st the light depart
Those clouds, storm driven o'er the sky
Are shadows of my heart
Those clouds, storm driven o'er the sky
Are shadows of my heart