Could ye come back to me,
Douglas,
Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,
I would be so faithful, so loving,
Douglas,
Douglas,
Douglas, tender and true.
Never a scornful word should grieve ye,
I'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do:
Sweet as your smile on me shone ever,
Douglas,
Douglas, tender and true.
Oh, to call back the days that are not!
My eyes were blinded, your words were few:
Do you know the truth now, up in heaven,
Douglas,
Douglas, tender and true?
I never was worthy of you,
Douglas;
Not half worthy the like of you:
Now all men beside seem to me like shadows -I love you,
Douglas, tender and true.
Stretch out your hand to me,
Douglas,
Douglas,
Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew;
As I lay my heart on your dead heart,
Douglas,
Douglas,
Douglas, tender and true!
