a 1914 popular song words by Clinton Scollard music by Oley Speaks
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Lyrics
Sylvia’s hair is like the night
Touched with glancing starry beams
Such a face as drifts thro’ dreams
This is Sylvia to the sight
And the touch of Sylvia’s hand
Is as light as milkweed down
When the meads are golden brown
And the autumn fills the land
Sylvia, just the echoing
Of her voice brings back to me
From the depths of memory
All the loveliness of spring
Sylvia! Sylvia!
Such a face as drifts thro’ dreams
This is Sylvia to the sight
Performance
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