Come, ah come
A. Beach
When the summertime has flown,
Bright with happy dreams,
And the fading leaves alone
Are left of all its gleams,
Come, ah come, my own true love,
Ah come!
Come, ah come, my own true love,
To me thy promise keep,
And bring the bliss of heav'n above,
When I alone shall weep!
Come, ah come, my own true love,
Ah come!