Whisper and I shall hear

H. Pontet

If, in the summer morn, dear,

You wander amid the flow'rs,

If you feel sad and lone, dear,

Thinking of past glad hours;

Just breathe my name to the woodlands,

Sigh what your heart would say;

I know I shall hear your message, dear,

Borne on the breeze away!

O winds that blow from the south,

Sighing so soft and low,

Whisper your secret sweet,

Whisper, and I shall know!

O winds that blow from the south,

Breathe in mylist'ning ear,

Come from the heart of my love;

Whisper, and I shall hear!

If, when you're weary, darling,

You wander at gloaming tide,

Where, by the stream and meadow,

we wander'd side by side;

Just whisper, you love me, darling,

Say that your heart is true,

Whisper, you love me, darling,

Just as you used to do.

O winds that blow from the south

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