The Spirit Of Love Watches Over Me

Thou art gone from my gaze

Like a beautiful dream

And I seek there in vain

By the meadow and stream

Oft I breathe thy dear name

To the winds floating by

But thy sweet voice is

Mute to my cry

In the stillness of night

When the stars smile and shine

My heart fondly holds

A communion with thine

For I feel though art near

And where e'er I may be

That the spirit of love

Watches me

Of the birds in the bower

My companions I make

Every simple wild flower

I prize for their sake

These woods and dark wilds

Can a pleasure impart

For the solace

Just suits my poor heart

Though art gone from my gaze

And I will not repine

Here alone we shall meet

In a home that is thine

For I feel though art near

And where'er I may be

That the spirit of love

Watches me

Recorded 10/13/32 Camden, NJ