My Sweetheart of Long, Long Ago.
Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words and Music by Paul Dresser.
Last night I was seated by the fire,
I found myself in thoughtful reverie;
Imagination lent its kindly aid,
And brought former faces back again to me;
Once more in that old cradle I found myself a child;
A youth of twelve I fancied then again
The faces of the old folks-brothers, sisters, there I saw,
Sweet mem'ry for the moment gave me pain.
The face of a baby, the face of a boy,
I saw in the embers and both gave me joy;
My heart it stood still when I saw in the glow
The face of my sweetheart of long, long ago!
The face as it shone there yester eve
Brought back to me the days long since gone by;
Against my will the tears began to fall;
It seemed my soul went forth in one long sigh;
For the moment I felt bitter, to think that she was false,
My heart with anger seemed to overflow;
The angels that watched o'er me were whisp'ring, so it seemed.
And I forgave my sweetheart long ago.- Chorus.
It was but a quarrel as of old;
She wed another just to give me pain,
The step she took it changed her after life;
They say my sweetheart never smiled again;(
When my days are nearly over, at the setting of life's sun,
A prayer for her I'll offer soft and low;
I'll kneel down by her tombstone and I'll place thereon a flower,
Through the love I bore my sweetheart long ago.
The face of an angel, an innocent dove,
One heart bears the imprint of the face that I love;
The tall pines may moan, and the night winds may blow- ?
They keep watch o'er my sweetheart of long, long ago!