Folk Song (18th Century)

WERE I a little bird

And had two little wings,

I’d fly to thee;

But I must stay, because

That cannot be.

Though I be far from thee,

In sleep I dwell with thee,

Thy voice I hear.

But when I wake again,

Then all is drear.

Each nightly hour my heart

With thoughts of thee will start,

When I’m alone;

For thou hast a thousand times

Pledged me thine own.