American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 Answered
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28
Copyright, 1886, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Emily Stuart Weed. Music by J. T. Draper.
Oh, Jamie, the breezes are blowing
My wishes far over the sea.
Do you hear them, my Jamie? They're saying,
"Come back to your love on the Dee."
The hills miss their music and murmur,
From their purple there floats down to me
The song that the valley is singing
To the river that floats to the lea.
The brightness has gone from the morning,
And the hills overshadowed will be
'Till we meet where we parted, my Jamie,
On the banks of the sweet river Dee;
Oh. Jamie, alone I am weeping.
Your answer has blown back to me,.
"We shall meet as we parted, my darling,
But not on the banks of the Dee."