American Old Time Song Lyrics: 42 Alice Where Art Thou
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 42
ALICE, WHERE ART THOU?
The birds sleeping gently, sweet lyra gleameth bright,
Her rays tinge the forest, and all seems glad to-night.
The wind's sighing by me, cooling my fever'd brow.
The stream flows as ever, yet, Alice, where art thou?
One year back this even, and thou wert by my side,
Vowing to love me;
One year past this even, and thou wert by my side,
Vowing to love me, Alice, whate'er might betide.
The silver rain falling, just as it falleth now,
And all things slept gently-ah! Alice, where art thou?
I've sought thee by lakelet, I've sought thee on the hill,
And in the pleasant wild wood, when winds blew cold and chill:
I've sought thee in forest, I'm looking heav'nward now,
Oh! there 'mid the star-shine;
I've sought thee in forest, I'm looking heav'nward now,
Oh! there 'mid the star-shine, Alice, I know art thou.