Too Late

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. O 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.