Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

OH, come to me when daylight sets;

Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets

O’er the moonlight sea;

When Mirth’s awake, and Love begins,

Beneath that glancing ray,

With sounds of lutes and mandolins,

To steal young hearts away.

Then, come to me when daylight sets;

Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets

O’er the moonlight sea.

Oh, then’s the hour for those who love,

Sweet! like thee and me;

When all’s so calm below, above,

In heaven and o’er the sea;

When maidens sing sweet barcarolles,

And Echo sings again

So sweet, that all with ears and souls

Should love and listen then.

So, come to me, when daylight sets;

Sweet! then come to me,

When smoothly go our gondolets

O’er the moonlight sea.