Little Lady Of My Heart! Just A Little Longer, Love Me: We Will Pass And Part, Ere This Love Grow Stronger. I Have Loved Thee, Child! Too Well, To Do Aught But Leave Thee: Nay! My Lips Should Never Tell Any Tale, To Grieve Thee. Little Lady Of My Heart! Just A Little Longer, I May Love Thee: We Will Part, Ere My Love Grow Stronger. Soon Thou Leavest Fairy-Land; Darker Grow Thy Tresses: Soon No More Of Hand In Hand; Soon No More Caresses! Little Lady Of My Heart! Just A Little Longer, Be A Child: Then, We Will Part, Ere This Love Grow Stronger.