DON'T BELIEVE WHAT OTHERS TELL YOU.
Copyright, 1896, by H. G. Blankenhagen.
Words by J. T. Munahan (J. M Kryne). Music by O. A. Boser.
When seated at my window, love, the sun had gone to rest.
And left the twilight hanging o'er the ev'ning's somber breast;
I was lost in sad reflections, thinking of that hasty word
That made us strangers, lovers once, when awaken'd by a bird.
Don't believe what others tell you, false words are seed oft sown,
You must not seek perfection when you've failings of your own;
Don't believe what others tell you, the bird made haste to say,
'Ere with its mate from a bough near by, skyward it flew away;
I waken'd from my slumbers, love, from dreams that seemed to me
To make two loving hearts again as of old they used to he,
I almost tho't the voice so sweet, that In my sleep I heard,
Was yours, its music ling'ring while thus spoke again the bird:- Ref rain
And when the bird had flown, my love, in loneliness next day
I spent, until a messenger told death had borne away
Your soul beyond the token of man, where soaring flew the bird.
Out of my life went love with thee, 'twas your farewell I heard.