| In the evening when I sit alone a-dreaming
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| Of days gone by, love, to me so dear,
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| There’s a picture that in fancy oft' appearing,
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| Brings back the time, love, when you were near.
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| It is then I wonder where you are, my darling,
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| And if your heart to me is still the same.
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| For the sighing wind and nightingale a-singing
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| Are breathing only your own sweet name.
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| Sweet Adeline, (My Adeline,)
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| My Adeline, (My Adeline,)
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| At night, dear heart, (At night, dear heart,)
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| For you I pine. |
| (For you I pine.)
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| In all my dreams, (In all my dreams,)
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| Your fair face beams. |
| (Your fair face beams.)
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| You’re the flower of my heart,
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| Sweet Adeline. |
| (My Adeline.) |