DEAR LOVE, WHEN IN THINE ARMS I LIE

DEAR LOVE, WHEN IN THINE ARMS I LIE
Song
G. W. Chadwick
Arlo Bates
Arthur Schmidt, Boston
This song is part of a series “Lyrics from ‘Told in the Gate'” by Arlo Bates.

Dear love, when in thine arms I lie

And feel thy faithful heart

Throbbing with love which cannot die

And know how true thou art.

Ah, why unbidden to mine eyes,

Should foolish teardrops thronging rise

Why should I weep? Why should I weep?

 

Dear love, thy kiss falls on my mouth,

Thine arms hold me again;

I drink thy looks, as earth in drouth

Drinks drops of welcone rain;

Once more, upon thine ardent breast,

My glowing cheeks are hidden pressed,

And yet I weep, and yet I weep.

 

When thou art gone, and I am lone,

Bereft of life in thee,

When all this joy which we have known

Lost in the the past shall be;

Then, when undone by sorrow’s ache,

In death my heart shall refuge take;

I shall not weep, I shall not weep.

DEAR LOVE, WHEN IN THINE ARMS I LIE