American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 Tell Her That We Love Her Just The Same
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 53
TELL HER THAT WE LOVE HER JUST THE SAME.
Copyright, 1896, by H. W. Petrie.
Words by A. J. Lamb. Music by H. W. Petrie.
While passing down a village street one Sunday afternoon,
I met the mother of a girl I knew;
I said to her, "In town last week I saw your daughter Nell;
She's looking well, and sends her love to you."
"I have not heard from Nell," she said, "no letter has she sent;
We often wonder why she stays away;
Can strangers treat her better than the ones who love her best?
We're wailing for her coming night and day."
"Tell her that we love her just the same,
Tell her we forgive, and do not blame;
There is nothing to explain, tell her to come home again,
Tell her that we love her just the same."
"We have her little girl, you know, she's all the world like Nell;
She grows more like her mother ev'ry day:
She almost breaks my heart at times, when she comes up to me,
And asks me why does mamma stay away.
Tell Nell that I am growing old, and have not long to live,
Before I die I want to see her face:
I long to clasp her to my heart and say. 'Nell. I forgive,'
And see her in the old home take her place," - Refrain.