American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 True Love The Whole Year Round

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44

True Love the Whole Year Round.
Copyright, 1894. by The New York Music Co.
Words by Harry W. Emmet. Music by Chas. B. Ward.

A maiden her fate was bemoaning,
'Neath the shade of the wide-spreading yews,
And half to herself she was owning
She knew not which lover to choose.
"Oh! tell me," She cried in her anguish,
"Is affection a smile or a sigh?
Can I find love that never will languish?"
The leaves whispered down this reply:

Chorus.
Love in the springtime is young,
Love in the summer is hold;
Love in the autumn with mem'ries is bong,
Love in the winter is old;
But whether in sunshine or storm,
Love everywhere may be found,
And love has no reason, whatever the season,
But true love's the whole year round.

A little bird paused there for shelter,
A shower was arising so bad, I
The raindrops came down with a pelter,
And poor little birdie looked sad.
But when the storm ceased, once more cheerful,
The sweet bird spread his bright wings again,
And to that little maiden, still tearful,
He chirrupped this selfsame refrain:- Chorus.