The day is gone and the night comes on,
And the birds have sought their nest.
The sha-dows fall in a dark-'ning pall
And the wea-ry world's at rest.
the stars are a wak-en-ing one by one
The whis-per-ing breez-es are still.
The moon shin-ing bright with a rad-iant light,
Is sil-ver-ing val-ley and hill.
Moon-beams shin-ing soft a-bove
Let me beg of you!
Find the one I dear-ly love!
Tell him I'll e'er be true.
Fate may part us, years may pass!
Fut-ure all un-known!
Still my love shall ev-er prove
Faith-ful to him a- lone.
Oh! wan-der-ing wind won't you quick-ly find
my dear one wher-e'er he may be?
And bring me the mes-sage he fain would send,
I know he is dream-ing of me!
Ah!