SOMEBODY HAS MY HEART.
Copyright. 1897. by Spaulding it Gray.
Words and music by G. L. Spaulding.
She was a dear little maid, without a care in life,
He loved her madly, and dreamed some day she'd he his wife;
So one lovely night, 'neath the moonlight, be asked for her heart,
but she sighed,
And blushed like a rosebud in Summer time, as tenderly she replied:
Somebody has my heart, somebody I love dearly,
Wounded by Cupid's dart, somebody's healed it nearly;
Somebody came to woo, somebody's words were sweet,
So what could a girl, with her head in a whirl, do,
But lay her poor heart at his feet.
"Don't tell me you love another," cried the youthful swain;
"Don't say that somebody loves you, that I love in vain."
"That somebody loves me." she answered, "it's needless for me to deny.
But somebody's nobody, dear, but you," she breathed like a summer sigh.