American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 She Will Never Know
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
SHE WILL NEVER KNOW.
Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Joseph Hart.
Standing by the old gate, my heart beating fast,
She had promised In he mine, this pretty brown-eyed lass.
As I walked the garden path I heard a voice close by;
Thinking to surprise her, quietly tiptoed I.
As I approached her, heard her softly say,
"Oh, do not leave me, I implore you!" He had turned away.
Soon in a fond embrace he held her, kissed her again and again;
My eyes grew dim, I could not speak, all efforts were in vain.
She will never know how my heart is aching,
I She will never know the hours of ceaseless pain,
She will never know that my heart is breaking-
Would that I could call her sweetheart once again.
When we met I told her all that I had seen,
Told her she was faithless, and false to me had been;
Tears came to her loving eyes, she brushed them all away,
Said, "You do not love me, the truth you'll learn some day."
He was her father, who, for many years,
Had gone the downward path of life and filled her cup with tears.
I dared not ask her to forgive the words that broke her heart,
So through this weary vale of strife our pathways lie apart.- Chorus.