GRETCHEN, MY LOVE.
Copyright, 1891. by E. Clark Reed.
Words and Music by Edgar Deering.
Twilight now falls o'er the mountains, homeward we're bound o'er the lea,
Stretching away there before us, lies Gretchen's home by the sea.
Nearer and nearer approaching, soon we will be with our love.
Soon we will feel the heart beating, see the sweet face of my dove.
Come forth, my sweet one, come quickly to me,
Dearest and truest, I'm faithful to thee,
Moonlight is falling, Gretchen is calling, I am coming, coming to thee,
Sweet music swelling, love's tale is telling, when my Gretchen comes to me.
List' while I tell of my loved one, sing of my sweet little mate,
Never another such angel lived but within heaven's gate.
Truest blue eyes shining brightly, tell love's own tale as they beam
Forth from beneath golden ringlets, 'circling her face like a dream.-Refrain.
Such is my sweet little Gretchen, truest of lovers is she,
Soon we'll be one, happy union, blest will our home ever be.
Then when my Gretchen is calling, calling me over the lea,
Quick will my footsteps, approaching, hasten, dear loved one, to thee.-Ref.