FAR so far my sweetheart is, Long it takes to find him Lonely miles of land and sea Left so far behind him. Far so far my sweet heart strays, And my hope is dying, Far so far, the little birds Cannot there be flying. If a letter that were his Some swift bird would bear me I should be so surely healed, Sorrow then would spare me. Fly to me, oh little bird, Speak that I may hear you, Were you in my sweetheart's land And my sweetheart near you? Fly to me, oh little bird, Speak that I may hear you. |