There's One That Is Pure As An Angel,
 And fair as the flowers in May .
 They call her the Gentle Maiden
 Where ever she takes her way ,
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 Her eyes have the glance of sunlight
 As it brightens the deep blue wave .
But more than the deep sea treasure
The love of her heart I crave
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Thou parted afar from my darling,
I dream of her everywhere .
The sound of her voice is about me,
The spell of her presence there
And whether my prayers are granted,
Or whether she pass me by.
The face of my sweet maiden
Will follow me till I die.
 And fair as the flowers in May .
 They call her the Gentle Maiden
 Where ever she takes her way ,
ÂÂ
 Her eyes have the glance of sunlight
 As it brightens the deep blue wave .
But more than the deep sea treasure
The love of her heart I crave
  ÂÂ
Thou parted afar from my darling,
I dream of her everywhere .
The sound of her voice is about me,
The spell of her presence there
And whether my prayers are granted,
Or whether she pass me by.
The face of my sweet maiden
Will follow me till I die.