Frederick J. Wheeler - In Old Madrid (1913)
- el año pasado
Words by Clifton Bingham
Music by H. Trotere
Long years ago, in old Madrid,
Where softly sighs of love the light guitar,
Two sparkling eyes a lattice hid,
Two eyes as darkly bright as love's own star!
There on the casement ledge when day was o'er,
A tiny hand was lightly laid;
A face look'd out, as from the river shore,
There stole a tender serenade!
Rang the lover's happy song
Light and low from shore to shore,
But ah! the river flow'd along
Between them evermore!
Come, my love, the stars are shining,
Time is flying,
Love is sighing,
Come, for thee a heart is pining,
Music by H. Trotere
Long years ago, in old Madrid,
Where softly sighs of love the light guitar,
Two sparkling eyes a lattice hid,
Two eyes as darkly bright as love's own star!
There on the casement ledge when day was o'er,
A tiny hand was lightly laid;
A face look'd out, as from the river shore,
There stole a tender serenade!
Rang the lover's happy song
Light and low from shore to shore,
But ah! the river flow'd along
Between them evermore!
Come, my love, the stars are shining,
Time is flying,
Love is sighing,
Come, for thee a heart is pining,