Blue hills between us lie,
And rivers broad and deep;
But here, as there, a bird
Is singing me to sleep,
And love has bridged the mountains blue
And all the streams between us two.

Kind friends, they bid me stay
And make their homes my own;
But they cannot be you
To me, and I'm alone
Amid the music sweet,
And shall be till we meet.

However kind the friends,
The scenes however fair,
My heart returns to thee,
Not happy anywhere
Save when thou art near to share
Life's light of joy or shade of care.

Blue hills between us lie,
And rivers broad and deep;
But here, as there, a bird
Is singing me to sleep,
And love has bridged the mountains blue
And all the streams between us two.

Kind friends, they bid me stay
And make their homes my own;
But they cannot be you
To me, and I'm alone
Amid the music sweet,
And shall be till we meet.

However kind the friends,
The scenes however fair,
My heart returns to thee,
Not happy anywhere
Save when thou art near to share
Life's light of joy or shade of care.