American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Eva Ray
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44
Copyright, 1870, by C. H. Ditson & Co.
Words by Arthur W. French. Music by Chas. E. Pratt.
When the snow-white flowers are growing, smiling in the sunny vale,
And the gentle winds are sighing, as they float o'er hill and dale,
Where the happy birds are singing, in the sunshine light and gay,
There now sleeps our little loved one, darling little Eva Ray.
Down the woodland birds are warbling, warbling o'er their joyous lay,
But we'll ever miss our loved one, darling little Eva Ray.
While she lived life was all pleasure, now we miss her from our home;
Lost to us, our dark-eyed treasure, and in sadness now we roam;
But when all our griefs are over, in the realm of brighter day.
We shall meet our little loved one, darling little Eva Ray.-Chorus.