The mountains and the misty moon,
the sunset and the sea,
the world of wonders shining bright;
they\'re empty now, to me!
For when I sit and scan the lake,
into its depths do peer,
I long to see reflected there
the one I loved so dear.
Beside my own familiar face
caught in that mystic glass,
I yearn to see the girl I lost:
Lorraine, my lovely lass.
For then the rocks and crags we’d climb,
to where the skylarks sing.
And o’er creation’s hills and vales
our songs of praise would ring!
The mountains and the misty moon,
the sunset and the sea,
without the one with beauty’s smile,
all’s emptiness to me.