American Old Time Song Lyrics: 42 Let Me Whisper I Am Thine

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 42

LET ME WHISPER I AM THINE.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Tousey.
Words and Music by Elsa Gregori.

Many long years have passed since childhood's happy hours,
When songs of warbling birds rang through the leafy bow'rs;
To my mem'ry I recall a story sweet yet sad
Of two lovely little children, she a maid and he a lad;
Hand In hand to school they wandered in their childish love so sweet,
He with true gallant devotion these words would oft repeat:

Chorus.
Once again, ah, love, I see thee, once again I call thee mine;
Ah, dearest, sweetheart, listen now to me, let me whisper I am thine.

But when to womanhood this little maid had grown
Society made her queen and placed her on their throne:
In those gay and luring scenes, swept on by fashion's tide,
She forgot her sacred promise to be one day my bride.
Perhaps I bore it like a man, but my heart was crushed with pain;
How I longed to take her In my arms and say these words again:- Chorus.

But at last all faithfulness has Its own sweet reward;
I'd waited patiently for she whom I adored,
And now no better wife could in this world be found,
For we are truly happy and our hearts with love abound;
In the evening by the fireside, when the lights are burning low,
Of our childhood love I whisper and that song of long ago:- Chorus.