LOVE'S STORY TOLD.
Copyright, 1893, by M. Josie O'Halloran.
Words and Music by M. Josie O'Halloran.
The moon was shining bright, love, I met you with a smile;
I had something dear to tell you while sitting on the stile.
The stream flowed on in silence, love, and no one near to bear;
'Twas then the secret of my heart I whispered in your ear;
'Twas not about the little stars, 'twas not about the moon;
'Twas not about the babbling brook that flowed in sweet attune;
Twas then I told her of my love and melody divine;
It came in music from her lips, when she promised to be mine.
The moon is bright to-night, love, meet me with a smile;
I've something dear to tell you while sitting on the stile.
I'll meet you as before, love, in yonder shady glen,
And kisses that I borrowed I'll then return again -
Those words I to my sweetheart said in golden days gone by;
She met me as she promised then, we were happy, she und I;
The stream flowed on in silence, with no one near to hear,
And then the secret of my love I whispered in her ear.