The first glimpse I had of your letter,
What does he say now?
Pleased me I vow.
I feel that I must know you better,
How did that strike you?
It rang so true.
Your manner of writing was charming,
I was enraptured, I’ll have to tell.
My heart acted, oh, so alarming and it was captured in magic spell.
Your portrait floats before my eyes enchanted.
All day long to see you in the wish that I be granted.
I’m dreaming of you, o know I love you,
And my heart sings this song:
Come, dear, can’t you hear the calling of my heart,
telling you how much I Care?
All love’s tender feelings now, oh, how they start,
And your very soul I’d control.
Let me take you, you must be mine, oh, mine alone!
Come to my arms! I want but you, my own.
Come with all your splendor! I surrender!
My heart is calling, Oh come, my love!
Romberg, Sigmund and Atteridge, Harold Richard, "My Heart is Calling" (1922). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 972.
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