Copyright, 1896, by J. Edmund Estes.
Words by J. Edmund Estes.
Music by Jennie L. Estes.
Within the vined arbor we lingered that night,
She picked me a blossom by fairy moonlight;
I thanked her, then added, 'Tis lovely, dear maid;
But I long for a blossom that time cannot fade."
Our life pervading,
Weaving in sweetness its chaplet of hours;
Cares that encumber,
Where love's fragrant blossoms bloom into flowers.
I asked her ere parting to be my fair bride:
She paused but a moment, then sweetly replied,
"To be your wife, dear one, I am not afraid,
But I, too, crave a blossom that time cannot fade."-Chorus.
Old age now creeps o'er us; though long years have passed,
The scent of love's blossom remains till the last;
We cherish that arbor, although rudely made,
Where we found the lone blossom that time did not fade.- Chorus.