American Old Time Song Lyrics: 18 The Little Stars Wont Tell
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 18
The Little Stars Won't Tell.
Copyright, 1887, by Chas. Blake & Co.
When the birds were dreaming in their nest.
And the sun was golden down I he west,
Side by side we lingered by the brook
'Mid the roses in a lovely nook:
Stars were in the Summer sky.
Bright the moments wandered by;
Oh! need I softly whisper why?
'Twas there 'mid Bow'reta fair
Her loving eyes as fondly shone.
Some one's heart was all my own,
Yet what was told me in the dell,
The little stars won't tell.
Down among the lilies white.
Roaming in the moonlight night,
Oh, my heart I lost in love's delicious dream.
Gentle eyes were brighter than the silvery beam,
While a voice like music fell;
Who met me in the dell,
Oh, the pretty little stars won't tell '
Oh, the silvery moon was waning fast.
And the parting hour had come at last,
Fondly then we whispered sweet good-bye,
While the stars are peeping from the sky;
Loving eyes were sail to go,
Rosy cheeks were all aglow,
And parting words were whispered low;
And there 'mid lilies fair,
Oh, what if lips again did meet,
All among the flow-rets sweet,
Or some one's promise in the dell,
The little stars won't tell.-Chorus.