[Sherwood:]
I stand at your threshold, sighing,
As the cruel hours creep by;
And the time is slowly dying,
That once too fast did fly.
Your beauty o'er my being
Has shed a subtle spell;
And alas! there is no fleeing
From the charms that you wield so well.
For my heart is wildly beating,
As it never beat before;
One word! one whispered greeting,
In mercy I implore!
For from daylight a hint we might borrow,
And prudence might come with the light;
Then why should we wait till tomorrow?
You are Queen of my heart tonight!
From daylight a hint we might borrow,
And prudence might come with the light;
Then why should we wait till tomorrow?
You are Queen of my heart tonight.
Oh, tell me why, if you intended
Thus to treat my love with scorn;
Such rents as will never be mended
In this poor heart you've torn!
Why, why did your beauty enslave me?
And give me such exquisite pain;
Oh, say but the word that would save me,
And bid me hope again.
For my heart is wildly beating,
As it never beat before;
One word! one whispered greeting,
In mercy I implore!
For from daylight a hint we might borrow,
And prudence might come with the light;
Then why should we wait till tomorrow?
You are Queen of my heart tonight!
From daylight a hint we might borrow,
And prudence might come with the light;
Then why should we wait till tomorrow?
You are Queen of my heart tonight!