Gypsy Love Song
HARRY B. SMITH, HARRY BACHE SMITH, ROBERT RUSSELL BENNETT, VICTOR HERBERT
The birds of the forest are calling for thee
And the shades and the glades are lonely
Summer is there with her blossoms fair
And you are absent only
No bird that nests in the greenwood tree
But sighs to greet you and kiss you
All the violets yearn, yearn for your safe return
But most of all I miss you
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart
Dream of the field and the grove
Can you hear me, hear me in that dreamland
Where your fancies rove
Slumber on
Slumber on
My little gypsy sweetheart
Little gypsy
Wild little woodland dove
All my heart's true love
Can you hear the love song that tells you
All my heart's true love