Will My Darling Come Again?
Copyright, 1876, by Mrs. J. M. Hall.
Words by Arthur W. French. Music by H. P. Danks.
Summer's fingers softly linger on the meadows far and wide,
Breezes sighing, daylight dying, in the hush of eventide;
'Neath the shadows, down the meadows, of the little mossy lane;
Some one roaming in the gloaming, saying, "Will he come again?"
Will he come again to meet me? some one asks their heart in vain,
Will he come with smiles to greet me, will my darling come again?
Moonlight over fields of clover, golden-tinted dew impearled,
Birdlets sleeping, bright stars keeping watch And ward above the world;
Time is flying, hope most dying, down that little mossy lane;
Some one straying, sadly saying, "Will my darling come again?" -Chorus.
Some one parted, happyhearted, yestereve in joy and bliss,
I will meet you, I will greet you, some one whispered with a kiss;
Footsteps falling, some one calling, one sweet name in glad refrain;
All their sadness turned to gladness, truly, he will come again." - Chorus.