The Love that I Lost When a Boy.
Copyright, 1894, by The New York Music Co.
Words and Music by Raymon Moore.
Will she ever remember the promise she made me?
That evening in summer she said she'd be mine,
When the clear, silver moon over hilltops came creeping,
'Twas there my fair colleen she said "I'll be thine."
Beneath the oak-tree by your own mother's cottage-
On the old rustic bench-our love-tales we have told.
Oh, Nellie, my darling, you said that you loved me;
Why have we grown strangers, our friendship grown cold?
'Tis but remembrance, remembrance so bitter,
'Tis but the past as it comes back to me;
'Tis only thoughts which I buried forever,
The love that I lost when a boy, o'er the sea.
When in the far distant lands I have thought of the day-dreams,
The pictures I drew in that home far away,
The one cherished hope which in blossom was blighted,
The lost love that mem'ry alone can repay.
And often at night, when I fancy her near me,
I awake with a sad, saddened heart, for I see
That I'm patted forever from my darling Nellie,
The love that I lost when a boy, o'er the sea. - Chorus.