BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO.
Copyright, 1896, by K. M. Widmer.
Words and music by W. T. Francis
Whene'er I take your hand in mine, sweetheart,
And gaze into the depth of your dear eyes,
With all the world and its great wealth I'd part:
To know the meaning which their glance implies;
To feel that just one bit of love expressed,
Was meant for me and this poor lot of mine,
Would turn my song of passion unconfessed,
To paean of a love that's most divine.
Because, because I love you so,
Because, because I love you so;
And all the world forgotten whene'er I think how much I love.
Whene'er you smile upon me life seems blest,
As is the rose with dew at early morn;
That trembles with delight yet fears she lest
You pass her by upon your way in scorn;
Whene'er you frown unhappiness is mine,
Despair sits crowned a king upon his throne;
But through all time my heart is wholly thine.
My all In all, my hope, my ev'ry own.- Chorus.