The Birds Were Singing Of You

Last night the pale moon was shining, last night when all was still, I was wandering alone in sadness out among the woodland hills. I heard the birds a-singing out among the trees and views, and all the birds, my darling, were singing, were singing of you. Were singing, singing of you, my love were singing, singing of you, and all the birds, my darling were singing, were singing of you. I think of you in the daytime, I dream of you by night, I wake and wish you was here, love, and tears are blinding my sight. The flowers that slumber so sweetly, the stars are above the blue, oh, heaven itself, my darling, is thinking, is thinking of you. Is thinking, thinking of you, my love, is thinking, thinking of you, oh, heaven itself, my darling, is thinking, is thinking of you. I open my window so gently, look down on the dreaming view, and all the world, my darling, was sighing, was sighing for you. Was sighing, sighing for you, my love, was sighing, sighing for you, and all the world , my darling, was sighing, was sighing for you.