| The birds of the forest are calling for thee
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| And the shades and the glades are lonely
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| Summer is there with her blossoms fair
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| And you are absent only
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| No bird that nests in the greenwood tree
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| But sighs to greet you and kiss you
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| All the violets yearn, yearn for your safe return
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| But most of all I miss you
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| Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart
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| Dream of the field and the grove
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| Can you hear me? |
| Hear me in that dreamland
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| Where your fancies rove
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| Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart
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| Wild little woodland dove
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| Can you hear the love song that tells you
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| All my heart’s true love?
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| The fawn that you tamed has a look in its eyes
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| That doth say, «We are too long parted»
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| Songs that are trolled by our comrades old
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| Are not now as they were light hearted
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| The wild rose fades in the leafy shades
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| Its ghost will find you and haunt
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| All the friends say come, come to your woodland home
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| And most of all I want you |