Drifting Apart
Upon Love's sea, our barques shall sail
No more together;
The dark'ning sky and rising gale
Bring stormy weather.
The cruel Fates, at last, sweetheart,
Our love must sever, —
Must furl our sails, drift us apart
For aye and ever.
I pray a sunny port be thine,
When storm is over;
I know whatever lot be mine,
I'm still thy lover.
Upon Love's sea, our barques shall sail
No more together;
The dark'ning sky and rising gale
Bring stormy weather.
The cruel Fates, at last, sweetheart,
Our love must sever, —
Must furl our sails, drift us apart
For aye and ever.
I pray a sunny port be thine,
When storm is over;
I know whatever lot be mine,
I'm still thy lover.
No more together;
The dark'ning sky and rising gale
Bring stormy weather.
The cruel Fates, at last, sweetheart,
Our love must sever, —
Must furl our sails, drift us apart
For aye and ever.
I pray a sunny port be thine,
When storm is over;
I know whatever lot be mine,
I'm still thy lover.
Upon Love's sea, our barques shall sail
No more together;
The dark'ning sky and rising gale
Bring stormy weather.
The cruel Fates, at last, sweetheart,
Our love must sever, —
Must furl our sails, drift us apart
For aye and ever.
I pray a sunny port be thine,
When storm is over;
I know whatever lot be mine,
I'm still thy lover.
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