Music by Victor Herbert
Words by Harry B. Smith
Published 1898 by M. WHITMARK & SONS.

[Verse 1]
The birds of the forest are calling for thee,
And the shades and the glades are lonely;
Summer is there with her blossoms fair,
And you are absent only.
No bird That nests in the greenwood tree,
But sighs to greet you and kiss you,
All the violets yearn, yearn for your safe return,
But most of all I miss you.

Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart,
Dream of the field and the grove,
Can you hear me, hear me in that dreamland,
Where your fancies rove?
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart,
Wild little woodland dove,
Can you hear the song that tells you All my heart's true love?

[Verse 2]
The fawn that you tamed has a look in its eyes,
That dot say: "We are too long parted;" Songs that are trolled by our comrades old,
Are not now, as they were, light hearted The wild rose fades in the leafy shades,
It's ghost will find you and haunt you,
All the friends say: "Come, come to your woodland home," And most of all I want you.

[Repeat Chorus]