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.