JUST THE SAME.
Copyright, MDCCCXCVI, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words by Chas. E. Baer. Music by Florence Baer.
A youth and a maiden with wild flowers laden,
They'd gathered that afternoon.
Were home slowly strolling, the church-hell was tolling,
Their journey would end too soon,
He said, "Now, don't tease me, say something to please me.
For sometimes I think you grow cold.
My heart's in a flurry, now don't make me worry,
Just treat me the same as of old."
"Say that you love me, tell me true,
Just us you used to, I still love you;
Don't let us quarrel, I'm to blame,
Only to hear you say you will love me at way Just the same."
Her little heart flattered, the words that be uttered
Were just what she loved to hear.
The teardrops had started, and, half broken-heat ted,
She whispered low in his ear,
"Jack, dear, never leave me, they said you'd deceive me,
They said you would leave me some day;
I thought since we're older your love had grown colder,
But I know you're true when you Bay:- Chorus.