American Old Time Song Lyrics: 02 Belle Brandon
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 2
BELLE BRANDON
'Neath a tree by the margin of a woodland,
Whose spreading leafy boughs sweep the grouna,
With a path leading thither o'er the prairie,
Where silence hung her night garb around;
Where oft I have wauder'd in the evening,
When the Summer winds were fragrant on the lea,
There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we met 'neath the old arbor tree-
There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we met 'neath the old arbor tree.
Belle Brandon was a birdling of the mountain,
In freedom she sported on the lea,
And they said the life-current of the red-man
Tinged her veins, from a far distant sea.
And she loved her humble dwelling on the prairie.
And her guileless happy heart clung to me,
And I loved the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we both loved the old arbor tree-
And I loved the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we both loved the old arbor tree.
On the trunk of an aged tree I carved them.
And our names on the sturdy oak remain,
But I now repair in sorrow to its shelter,
And murmur to the wild winds my pain.
And I sat there in solitude repining,
For the beauty dream night brought to me,
Death has wed the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And she sleeps 'neath the old arbor tree-
Death has wed the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And she sleeps 'neath the old arbor tree.