Helping Katie o'er the Brook.
Copyright, 1877, by John F. Perry & Co.
Words by George Cooper. Music by Will C. Hastings.
Down the lane we walked together, and she looked so sweet and fair;
Ev'ry birdie in the woodland seemed to know my Katie there.
In a corner of the meadow, near a green and cosy nook,
Ere I knew it, I was helping pretty Katy o'er the brook.
Down the lane we walked together, and she looked so sweet and fair:
Every birdie in the woodland seemed to know my Katy there.
Then she blushed like summer roses, as she held this hand of mine;
And I telt her heart beat softly, while her waist I did entwine.
"Life is but a stream of trouble," said I, as our way we took;
"Must we cross alone? I whispered, helping Katy o'er the brook.-Chorus.
What she told me in the meadow I'll not tell, it may be guessed;
Soon the sun in golden glory softly glided down the west.
On her face of gentle beauty every day I now may look;
For we cross life's stream together, as I helped her o'er the brook.-Chorus.