Twilight
Charles Gounod
When I sit alone
On the hill,
When the day draws
To peaceful eve!
Say! Don't you know?
For my heart hears your divine voice
Murmur soft and low.
Pain follows me
When am far from your smile.
Everything seems to tell me:
Happiness is fleeing you.
But when your charming glance
Softly caresses me,
My soul dies in your eyes!
If you are taken from me,
I must die!
Without you, my life
Is endless suffering!
But to dream and live together,
Here below, is to live in Heaven!
Come and dream, sweetheart.