AS SWEET AS ANY FLOWER
Copyright, 1890, by Edward Harding.
Words and Music by "Ted "Harding.
While strolling by the river with my sweetheart by my side,
I was talking of the future and the day she'd be my bride;
She looked into my face and said: "There's time enough I'm sure,"
So on we walked for quite a while until we reached her door.
She's as sweet as any flower that can he seen,
She's my darling, and my precious queen,
Just to think that some day she'll be mine forevermore,
Then I'll feel the happiness I never felt before.
Each summer's eve I'd call and wait outside the garden gate,
Sweet loving words I'd whisper and I'd ask her for my fate;
She was always undecided and she coyly would remark:
"Just wait until another night, as now it's getting dark.-Chorus.
One evening in the month of June, when the birds sang blithe and gay,
I strolled across the meadows and thought what I would say;
She was waiting at the old farm gate, what joy for me in store.
When she murmured softly in my ear, I'll be yours forevermore.-Chorus.