Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer; Thou wert the star that mildly beaming, Shone o'er my path when all was dark and drear. Still in my heart thy form I cherish, Ev'ry kind thought like a bird flies to thee; Ah! never till life and mem'ry perish, Can I forget how dear thou art to me; Morn, noon and night where-e'er I may be. Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee! Ever of thee when sad and lonely, Wand'ring afar my soul joy'd to dwell; Ah! then I felt I lov'd thee only; All seem'd to fade before affection's spell. Years have not chill'd the love I cherish; True as the stars, hath my heart been to thee; Ah! never till life and mem'ry perish, Can I forget how dear thou art to me; Morn, noon and night, wher-e'er I may be, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee!
Linley, George and Hall, Foley, "Ever of Thee" (1858). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 58.
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