ALLA PASSERETTA BRUNA.

IF I bid you, you will come, If I bid you, you will go, You are mine, and so I take you To my heart, your home; Well, ah, well I know I shall not forsake you.

I shall always hold you fast, I shall never set you free, You are mine, and I possess you Long as life shall last; You will comfort me, I shall bless you.

I shall keep you as we keep Flowers for memory, hid away, Under many a newer token Buried deep, Roses of a gaudier day, Rings and trinkets, bright and broken.

Other women I shall love, Fame and fortune I may win, But when fame and love forsake me And the light is night above, You will let me in, You will take me.