American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 When The Flowers Fall Asleep
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35
When the Flowers Fall Asleep.
Where the water lilies grow, and the zephyrs gently blow;
Where the waters softly flow, meet me, darling Annie.
When the whip-poor-will doth call, and the dewdrops softly full,
White the moon shines over all, kiss me, darling Annie.
When the flowers fall asleep, and the moon shines o'er the deep,
Tell me I your heart may keep, then, my darling Annie.
Hearken to the turtle dove, cooing from his nest above,
List'ning to the tale of love whispered unto Annie.
How he envies me the bliss, pressing such a form as this.
How he wishes he might kiss your sweet lips, my Annie.-Chorus.
While the little stars do shine, place your snowy hand In mine.
Whispering softly, "I'll be thine," now, my darling Annie.
From the clouds the moonbeams break, showering silver o'er the lake,
List'ning to the vows I lake from you, darling Annie.-Chorus.