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 sound 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 maiden’s 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.