American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 He Tells Me He Loves Me
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9
HE TELLS ME HE LOVES ME.
He tells me he loves me, and can I believe,
The heart he has won, he can wish to deceive?
For ever and always his sweet words to me,
Are Alieen, mavourneen, acushlamacree!
Last night when we parted, his gentle good-bye,
A thousand times said, and each time with a sigh,
And still the same sweet words he whispers to me,
My Alieeu, mavourueen, acushlamacree!
The friend of my childhood, the hope of my youth,
Whose heart is all pure And whose words are all truth;
Oh, still the same sweet words he whispers to me,
Are Alieen, mavourneen, acushlamacree!
Oh, when will the day come, the dear happy day,
That a maideu may hear all a lover can say;
And he speaks out the words he now whispers to me,
My Alieen, mavourneen, acushlamacree!