Sweetheart, Come_Home to Me.
Copyright, 1896, by A. Scull & Co.
Words and Music by Will F. McNulty.
I watched the last sad hour of day
As it slowly passed away,
The zephyr breeze of a new-born eve
Bid good-bye to the close of day;
Through the lattice a-peeping
Heav'ns bright twinkling star;
Gay bells rang their sweetest
For one away so far.
Why don't you come? For thee, love, I am waiting;
Song birds will sing, a welcome sweet for thee;
Why don't you corner My heart is breaking-
Sweetheart, my sweetheart, why don't you come to me?
I watched the morning star to rest
As it gently passed away,
The silvery spray of a new-born day
Spreading its mantle o'er hill And dale;
Sweet pretty flowers awak'ning,
Covered with heav'ns dew;
The long night have they watched in vain,
As I have, my sweetheart, for you. - Chorus.
I watched the noon-day shadow play
Along the mountain side,
The glittering stream as it glides along,
Singing its song to the endless tide.
Alone I am waiting thy coming,
Thrice welcome you would be;
My heart, love, is breaking,
Sweetheart, come home to me.- Chorus.