Copyright, 1893, by N. Weinstein & Co.
Words and Music by Matt Woodward.
One night in July my darling and I were drifting alone on the stream,
And stars 'gan to peep, while nature asleep lay tranquil as if in a dream.
'Twas then from above the moon saw our love,
And smiled with her silvery ray;
And when our eyes met, then we'd lean nearer yet,
And fondly these words we'd say:
True as the stars that are shining above,
True is my heart to the heart that I love;
See yonder planets, how mighty they are!
My love for thee, love, is mightier far.
So, love, if thy love is equal to mine,
Thy heart is my heart, And my heart is thine!
The years have rolled by, my darling and I have entered the winter of life,
Yet none know so well how love can dispel the care or the sorrow that's rife.
'Tis still our delight, on a fine summer night,
To drift down the stream as of old;
And the moon sheds her ray, as she did on that day
When our love in these words we told:
True as the stars that are shining above, etc.