Come back to Sorrento: Aveling/de Curtis

Hear the music of the waters,
bars of tender passion sighing
like thy heart to which go flying,
all my thoughts in wakeful dream.

See the lovely dewey garden,
breathing orange perfumed greetings;
Nought can set my heart a-beating,
like the frangrance of its bloom.

Now I hear that thou must leave me,
thou and I will soon be parted
Can'st though leave me broken hearted ?
Will thou never more return?

Now I hear that thou must leave me
thou and I will soon be parted
can'st thou leave me broken hearted ?
Will thou never more return ?

Then say not 'goodbye'
Come back again, beloved
Back to Sorrento, or I must die