Lilli Marlene

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Lilli Marlene  

Underneath the lantern, by the barracks gate,
Darling I remember the way you used to wait
Twas there that you whispered tenderly,
That you loved me, you'd always be:
My Lilli of the Lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.

Orders came for sailing, somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks was more than I could bear,
I knew you were waiting in the street,
I heard your feet, but could not meet,
My Lilli of the Lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.

Time would come for roll call, time for us to part,
Darling I'd caress you and press you to my heart,
And there 'neath that* far off lantern light,
I'd hold you tight, we'd kiss good-night,
My Lilli of the Lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.

Resting in a billet, just behind the lines,
Even tho' we're parted, your lips are close to mine,
You wait where that lantern softly gleams,
Your sweet face seems to haunt my dreams,
My Lilli of the Lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.


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