American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 The Song For Me

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26

THE SONG FOR ME.
Words by J. Enderssohn. Music by Michael Watson.
As sung by Chauncey Olcott.

On a Winter night, when the fire was bright,
And the door was barred on care;
I asked the maiden I prize so well
What she would sing to me there?
I asked the maiden I prize so well
What she would sing to me there?

She warbled a song of "La Belle France,"
And a song; of Italy;
Her voice fell clear on my loving ear,
But they were not the songs for me;
Her voice fell clear on my loving ear,
But they were not the songs for me.

Their accents hung on her 'witching tongue,
As I listened dreamily on;
And I fancied I roved in distant climes,
Where she was the flower And the sun;
I fancied I roved in distant climes.
Where she was the flower and the sun.

Then she sang a strain from lordly Spain,
And a lay of Germany;
But at last she sang me "Home, Sweet Home,"
And that was the song for me;
But at last she sang me "Home, Sweet Home,"
And that was the song for me.