Victor Herbert — Kiss Me Again

Ah! dear one! How often I think of the past! Can it be you forget? Perchance 'twas a passion too wondrous to last But I dream of it yet! I see you again, as you gazed in my eyes With joy of delight! So fondly you'd fold me as softly you told me Of love through the star-sprinkled night Sweet summer breeze, whispering trees Stars shining softly above; Roses in bloom, wafted perfume Sleepy birds dreaming of love Safe in your arms, far from alarms Daylight shall come but in vain Tenderly pressed close to your breast Kiss me! Kiss me again