When you're away dear,  
how weary the lonesome hours, 
sunshine seems gray dear,  
the fragrance has left the flowers . . . 
  
Ever I hear you in seeming 
whispering soft love words to me  
Ah if I knew it were but dreaming  
n'er to be . . . 
  
Then, when you're near me  
there's n'yot that I strive to do 
save to endear me  
more fondly my love to you . . . 
  
Never again let us part dear,  
I'd die without you my own, 
hold me again to your heart,  
I love you alone . . . 
  
( Never again let us part dear,  
I'd die without you my own . . . ) 
  
. . . hold me again to your heart,  
I love you alone . . . 
  
Love you my own . . .  
love you alone!