American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 Will You Be True To Me
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
WILL YOU BE TRUE TO ME?
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Palmer Cos. Music by Malcolm Douglas.
There was a simple little rustic maid,
Whose home was from the city far away,
Among the golden buttercups she strayed,
Until a stranger stole her heart one day,
So sweet his voice, so tender, soft and low,
She did not dream that they could ever part,
Until, at last, he told her he must go,
And then the little maid said, sail of heart:
"Love, I will wait for you ever. I will think fondly of you;
Time cannot change my affection: will you be always as true?
Mountains and rivers may sever, far from my side you may be,
I will be true to you, love; will you be true to me?"
He left her, with a promise to return:
His face, so dear to her, she longed to see;
Her tender, loving heart began to yearn,
And like a little drooping rose was she;
The summer fled, the leaves all scattered lay;
She saw the happy birds at last depart;
But from her side he wandered far away;
And oft the little maid said, sad of heart:-Refrain.