Sylvia(2003 Digital Remaster) - Richard Tauber

Sylvia's hair is like the night

Touched with glancing starry beams

Such a face as drifts through 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

Silvia 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 through dreams

This is Sylvia to the sight