I know 'tis now the hour to part,
For even draweth nigh,
But love rebels within my heart,
I cannot say "good-bye!"
Afar I see the silver moon
Swift rising in the sky;
Alas! that she should come so soon
To tell us moments fly.
I cannot say "good-bye," my love
I cannot say "good-bye!"

I hear the birds soft vespers sing
On yonder hawthorn tree;
O, why should they the mem'ry bring!
That I must part from thee!
I would the day could never fade,
That night could never fall,
For oh, the rays of even's shade,
Must moments sad recall.
I cannot say "good-bye," my love
I cannot say "good-bye!"