American Old Time Song Lyrics: 31 Roll On, Silver Moon

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 31

ROLL ON, SILVER MOON.
As sung by Miss Jennie Hughes.

As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,
About the beginning of June,
'Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid,
And she sadly complained to the moon.
Roll on, silver moon, guide the traveler's way,
When the nightingale's song is in tune.
But never, never more with my lover I'll stray
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.
Roll on, 'silver moon, guide the traveler's way.
When the nightingale's song is in tune.
But never, never more with my lover I'll stray
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

As the hart on the mountain my love was brave,
So handsome, so manly and clever;
So kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear.
Oh, Edwin, thy equal was never.
But now he is dead, and gone to death's bed,
He's cut down like a rose In full bloom;
He's fallen asleep, and poor Jane's left to weep,
By the sweet silver light of the moon.
Roll on, silver moon, guide the traveler's way,
When the nightingale's song is in tune.
But never, never more with my lover I'll stray
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

But his grave I'll seek out until morning appears,
And weep for my lover so brave,
I'll embrace the cold turf and wash with my tears
The flowers that bloom o'er his grave.
But never again shall my bosom know joy,
With my Edwin I hope to be soon;
Lovers shall weep o'er the grave where we sleep,
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.
Roll on. silver moon, guide the traveler's way,
When the nightingale's song is in tune.
But never, never more with my lover I'll stray
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.