I FOUND HER SLEEPING.
Copyright, 1890, by Arthur S. Josselyn.
Words and Music by Arthur S. Josselyn.
I found her weeping, weeping tears of sorrow.
Out opon the silent streets one night in cold December,
And softly creeping, creeping thro' the moonlight.
Came a strain of music which I ever shall remember.
Out into the wide, wide world she was cast alone,
Motherless, and driven from a cruel father's home;
I told her I'd befriend her, and tried to dry her tears;
I've watched and guarded over her for nigh on fifteen years.
I found her weeping, weeping tears of sorrow;
She's to be my darling bride if all goes well to-morrow;
Each night a vision comes to me while sleeping,
I hear the same sweet music as when first I found her weeping.
The birds are singing, singing to my darling;
Their merry songs are idling her they know about the wedding;
The bells are ringing, ringing for the sundown;
A thousand tears of joy to-day her pretty eyes are shedding.
All the roses seem to smile whenever she is near;
Hark! I hear her footsteps fall, she's beside me here;
Our love is like the sunshine, it brightens every day.
Not all the clouds in all the skies can take that love away. -Chorus.