Beautiful Dreamer Serenade
1 Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
2 Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
3 Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
4 Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!
5 Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
6 List while I woo thee with soft melody;
7 Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, -
8 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
9 Beautiful dreamer awake unto me!
10 Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
11 Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
12 Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
13 Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
14 Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
15 E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
16 Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, -
17 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
18 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Ah! May the Red Rose Live Alway!
Ah! may the red rose live alway,
— To smile upon earth and sky!
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
— Why should the beautiful die?
Lending a charm to ev'ry ray
— That falls on her cheeks of light,
Giving the zephyr kiss for kiss,
— And nursing the dewdrop bright —
Ah! may the red rose live alway,
— To smile upon earth and sky!
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
— Why should the beautiful die?
2
Long may the daisies dance the field,
— Frolicking far and near!
Why should the innocent hide their heads?
— Why should the innocent fear?
Spreading their petals in mute delight
— When morn in its radiance breaks,
Keeping a floral festival
— Till the night-loving primrose wakes —
Long may the daisies dance the field,
— Frolicking far and near!
Why should the innocent hide their heads?
— Why should the innocent fear?
3
Lulled be the dirge in the cypress bough,
— That tells of departed flowers!
Ah! that the butterfly's gilded wing
— Fluttered in evergreen bowers!
Sad is my heart for the blighted plants —
— Its pleasures are aye as brief —
They bloom at the young year's joyful call,
— And fade with the autumn leaf:
Ah! may the red rose live alway,
— To smile upon earth and sky!
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
— Why should the beautiful die?