Come back to me in my dreaming, come back to me once more, come with the love light gleaming, as in the days of yore. Come tell me that you still love me and that your heart is still true, when the spring roses are blooming, then I'll come back to you. Somewhere a heart is breaking, calling me back to you, memories of loved ones are waiting, each happy home and you. Absence makes my heart fonder, is it the same with you? Are you still happy, I wonder, or do you feel lonesome, too? ( ) When the sun is sinking in the golden west, and the birds and flowers they have gone to rest, come tell me that you still love me, and that your heart is still true, when the spring roses are blooming, then I'll come back to you. Somewhere a heart is breaking, calling me back to you, memories of loved ones are waiting, each happy home and you. Absence makes my heart fonder, is it the same with you? Are you still happy, I wonder, or do you feel lonesome, too?