The bright stars fade, the morn is breaking,
The dew-drops pearl each bud and leaf,
And I from thee my leave am taking
With bliss too brief with bliss, with bliss too brief.
How sinks my heart with fond alarms,
The tear is hiding in mine eye,
For time doth thrust me from thine arms;
Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye!
Goodbye sweetheart, good-bye!
For time doth thrust me from thine arms,
Good-bye sweetheart, good-bye.
Halton, John L., "Good-bye, Sweetheart, Good-bye" (1868). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 452.
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