American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 In The Shadows Of The Leaves
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 8
In the Shadows of the Leaves.
Copyright, 1884 by J. P. Skelly.
In the shadow of the leaves.
Where the moonlight softly dances,
And each whispered word of love
With delight the heart entrances;
For my darling I am waiting,
Oh, the joy my heart receives
When a loving hand is pressed in mine,
In the shadow of the leaves.
Bright stars are shining, hands are entwining,
Eyes sweetly glancing tell of delight;
Glad is our meeting, moments are fleeting,
Joy seems to dwell in the sweet Summer night!
Ah, sweet Summer night,
Chorus.
In the shadow of the leaves.
Where the moonlight softly dances,
And each whispered word of love
With delight the heart entrances;
For my darling I am waiting,
Oh! the joy my heart receives
When a loving hand is pressed in mine.
In the shadow of the leaves.
Oh! why must we be parted
When love seems so divine?
With thee I'm joyous-hearted,
Without thee I repine!
Then come dear friend to cheer me,
On gentle Summer eves,
There's joy when thou art near me.
In the shadow of the leaves.---Chorus.