American Old Time Song Lyrics: 16 My Sweet Little Blossom
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 16
MY SWEET LITTLE BLOSSOM.
Copyright, 1880. by W. H. Rieger. Published by permission.
I've roam'd many hours o'er meadow and dell
To pluck the bright blossoms of Spring;
I love the wild roses that bloom in the vale,
And oft of their charms do I sing.
But I have a flower, the sweetest or all,
Oh, sadly I'd pine should we part,
A bright little maiden, the blossom of love.
That buds like a charm in my heart.
My sweet little blossom,
My dear little blossom,
My heart it clings fondly to thee;
My sweet little blossom.
My own little blossom,
That blooms fresh and tender for me.
She's fairer than flowers that bloom but in praise,
And dearer by far unto me;
Her heart it is light as a soft Summer breeze.
Her smile overflowing with glee.
'Mid brightest of hopes do I linger each day,
And pine like a bud left alone,
In waiting the hour that slowly draws nigh,
To call this sweet maiden my own.-Chorus.