The Song That Will Never Die.
Written and composed by J. F. Mitchell.
Copyright, 1888, by F. Harding.
I heard it first in a lowly cot
From the lips of a peasant bride;
Her voice was full of melody,
That she sang with a joyous pride.
I saw the husband return from toil.
And he stood in the porch to hear
The loving song that his young wife sang,
In a voice that was low and clear.
And the same sweet song has been ever sung,
In each land beneath the sky;
And the sweetest Bona in the mother tongue,
Is the song that will never die.
I heard it next in the gilded halls,
Of a palace grand and rare,
And sweeter far than the siren's song
Came its burden on the air.
It brought me back to the happy times,
And I lived it o'er again,
When my mother folded a sleeping child,
While staging the sweet old strain.