American Old Time Song Lyrics: 34 Loves Captivity
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 34
Copyright, 1801, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words and Music by Julian Jordan.
Dear heart, dear heart, of thee to-night I'm thinking;
Dreaming, my darling, only of thee;
The time is weary and the heart is lonely.
My darling, when thou'rt far from me.
Oh, could I burst the bonds that bind me prisoner,
I'd fly on wings of love so fleet and strong;
And naught again, my love, our paths would sever.
Too long our loves have suffered, ah! too long.
No more I'd leave thee, no, my darling, never;
Thy life should be one glorious song.
And now, as here a captive lone I languish.
Thy love makes even bright my prison cell;
thought of thee amid the dreadful carnage,
I thought of one I love so well;
And should I never more again behold thee,
"Unknown a soldier's lot must ever be."
Know that thy name, the last my lips did utter.
Dying, alone I think of thee, of thee:
Thy name, thy name the last my lips did utter.
Dying, alone I think of thee,
Living, I live for thee; dying, I love but thee.