"Ah, dear one, how often I think of the past
Can it be you forget
Perchance 'twas a passion too wondrous to last
But I dream of it yet
I see you again, as you gazed in my eyes
With joy all alight
So fondly you'd fold me as softly you told me
Of love, through the star-sprinkled night
Sweet summer breeze, whispering trees
Stars shining softly above
Roses in bloom, wafted perfume
Sleepy birds dreaming of love
Safe in your arms, far from alarms
Daylight shall come, but in vain
Tenderly pressed close to my breast
Kiss me, kiss me again
Kiss me again, kiss me
Kiss me again"