I passed by your window
M. Brahe
I passed by your window
When the morning was red,
The dew on the rosebud,
The lark overhead,
And oh! I sang softly,
Though no one could hear,
To bid you good morning,
Good morning, my dear.
I passed by your window
In the cool of the night,
The lilies were watching
So still and so white,
And oh! I sang softly,
Though no one was near,
Good-night and God bless you,
God bless you my dear!