Too Late, My Love, Too Late.
Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by John T. Kelly.
"Yes, I'll be faithful to you, Jack,
I'll watch and wait for thee,
And I'll be thine when you come back;"
Then his big ship went out to sea.
He sailed o'er the ocean, two weary years,
How bright was the morning he homeward steers?
Once more with friends, he smiles thro' tears;
"But where's my sweetheart. May?"
And when they tell that she is wed,
Poor Jack could only say:
"Too late, my love, too late, the happy dream is over;
Too late, my love, too late, oh, I ne'er can love another:
My life was thine, I thought thee mine, oh, how you promised to wait,
Another came, your heart to claim-it's too late, my love, too late."
A few unhappy years roll'd by,
And what a change we find;
Young May, a widow, now doth sigh
For the true love she left behind.
She hears of his illness, forgets all pride,
Returns to the old home, to his bedside.
"Have pity, Jack," she wildly cried,
"Forgive me, love. I pray,
For now we'll wed, no more to part:"
Then poor Jack, in tears, did say:- Chorus.