Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near（1 / 2）

forlorn, my love, no comfort near

air—“let me in this ae night.”

forlorn, my love, no comfort near,

far, far from thee, i wander here;

far, far from thee, the fate severe,

at which i most repine, love.

chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!

but near, near, near me,

how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,

and mingle sighs with mine, love.

around me scowls a wintry sky,

blasting each bud of hope and joy;

and shelter, shade, nor home have i;