Come with thy sweet voice again, 
To my heart still dear, 
Laden with soft, soothing pain, 
Like a tear, like a tear. 

Bright visions, long vanished, 
Round they melodies beam: 
Lulled in the lap of thy sighs, 
Let me dream, let me dream. 

Come again!  come with thy sweet voice again! 
Come oh! come again! 
Come with thy sweet voice again! 

Bring not a language that tells 
How the light hours roll: 
Come with the music that wells 
From they soul, from thy soul, 

Come not with bright off'rings, 
Cold, unhallowed and new: 
Bring but thine own gentle heart, 
Ever true, ever true. 

Come again!  come with thy Sweet voice again! 
Come oh! come again! 
Come with thy sweet voice again!