AM I AWAKE, OR DREAMING?
Copyright, 1893, by Spaulding & Kornder.
Words and Music by J. P. Skilly.
In the quiet twilight hour we sat beneath the maple tree:
While I wooed with love's own pow'r, my sweetheart had no frown for me.
Ling'ring in the moon's soft glow, her voice came like the sweetest bird,
Rapture rose to overflow when from her lips this song I heard:
Am I awake, or dreaming? Oh, whisper sweet again.
In loving tone, that mine alone for ever you'll remain;
Call me again your own, and all my gladness share,
Oh, say that I'm not dreaming now of this sweet hour so rare.
When the night was lone and deep and but the soft wind's breath was heard,
When each flow'r was fast asleep, and in its nest was ev'ry bird-
Then we parted at the gate; her heart she truly gave to me;
I, in rapture at my fate, could only sing her melody:-Refrain.