by George Cooper (1840 - 1927)

Wilt thou be true
Language: English 
Wilt thou be true, 
Dearest, to me, 
Though I may wander 
Far off from thee? 

Over my heart 
No gloom will come, 
If thou are faithful 
Where e'er I roam, 

Still in my dreams 
Thy angel face 
Smiling through tear drops 
Fondly I'll trace 

Thy voice will cheer 
Life's journey through, 
Wilt thou be true, love? 
Wilt thou be true? 

Wilt thou be true 
Though fate shall bring 
Tempests and sorrows, 
Clouding our spring? 

Life's roses fair, 
Now gem our way, 
Wilt thou be constant 
Should these decay? 

Hope's gentle star 
Beaming so bright, 
Though fondly trusted 
May take its flight, 

Should want and woe 
Our steps pursue, 
Wilt thou be true, love? 
Wilt thou be true? 

Wilt thou be true 
Though lips of scorn, 
Seek to revile me 
When I am gone? 

Say, wilt thou weep, 
When evening falls, 
As busy mem'ry, 
My form recalls? 

Wilt thou be true? 
Doubt swiftly flies 
Whilst I am gazing 
Into thine eyes, 

Through tearful gleams 
Through tender blue, 
Sweetly they whisper 
Thou wilt be true!

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
Line count: 48
Word count: 173