in the evening when i sit alone a dreaming of days gone by love to me so dear there s a picture that in fancy oft appearing brings back the time love when you were near it is then i wonder where you are my darling and if your heart to me is still the same for the sighing wind and nightingale a singing are breathing only your own sweet name sweet adeline my adeline at night dear heart for you i pine in all my dreams your fair face beams you re the flower of my heart sweet adeline 