I'M GOING FAR AWAY, LOVE.
Copyright, 1892. by Willis Woodward & Co. Entered at Stationers' Hall, London.
Words and Music by Paul Dresser.
I sat down by you, darling, and begged you to forgive;
In anger then you spurned me from your side.
I know that you were hasty, but still you may regret
The words you spoke in passion and in pride.
But I return again, love; one heart it aches with pain, love,
But now another story I will tell:
Let as be friends, tho' parted, for I am broken-hearted;
I've only come to say a last farewell.
I'm going far away, love, but I'll return someday, love;
And while I'm gone, let your heart conquer pride.
If the same old flame shall bum, love, when your heart It shall yearn, love;
Then I'll return to claim you as my bride, my bonny bride!
My love, can you remember, on evening long ago,
When we sat 'neath the branches of a tree;
Where we pledged vows eternal and said, then, that our love
In future years should ever constant be?
Those days seem like a dream, love; just think what might have been love;
But now I'm going very far away.
Take back this little token; tho' vows are lightly broken,
I know that you will send for me some day.-Chorus.