Arrangement Copyright © 1999 by Paul Howarth
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All the dreaming is broken through,
Both what is done and undone I rue.
Nothing is steadfast, nothing is true,
But your love for me, and my love for you,
My dearest, dearest heart!
When the winds are loud,
when the winds are low;
When the roses come,
when the roses go,
One thought, one feeling is all I know,
My dearest, dearest heart!
The time is weary, the year is old,
And the light of the lily burns close to the mould:
The grave is cruel, the grave is cold,
But the other side is the city of gold,
My dearest heart!
My darling, darling, my darling heart!

By Arthur Sullivan
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My Dearest Heart
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