Florence Cole-Talbert — The Kiss Il Bacio

Fondly, oh, how fondly Wert thou near me, wert thou near me One sweet kiss, love, one sweet kiss, love On thy lips I fain would press! Fain would tell thee, fain would tell thee could'st thou hear me Ah fain would tell thee all the sweets of love divine Ever, ever seated Ever seated close beside thee I would murmur, I would murmur Countless words of tenderness While I'd harken to the beating of the heart that throbs for mine While I'd harken to the beating of the heart that throbs for mine Pearls and jewels I desire not Crave no bliss more pure or high Thy dear kiss is e'er my treasure Thy fond glance, love, e'er my joy Thy fond glance is e'er my joy, love, e'er my joy Come, ah come, no longer tarry Come, ah come, love, come to me Ah draw nigh, ah draw nigh to me Ah! Ah! come, in thy strong embrace Love enfold me that I live alone, alone in thee! Fondly, oh how fondly Wert thou near me, wert thou near me One sweet kiss, love, one sweet kiss, love On thy lips I fain would press Ah! Ah! Ah! Come, ah! come to me Ah! come Ah! come Ah! come Come, ah! come draw nigh to me Ah! ah! ah! Come, draw nigh, draw nigh to me Ah! come Ah! come Ah! come, come, come, come Ah! Draw nigh to me Ah! come! love come, ah! come, ah! come!