Copyright, 1896, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Charles Graham.
The music of a voice I loved.
The last sweet song I heard her sing,
A face remembered in my dreams,
A tiny hand, a simple ring;
A witching smile, a loving eye,
A tender heart, a woman fair,
The one, the only one of all,
The gem that could with all compare.
Never again shall I hear her voice,
Never again the song.
The face I remember so well in my dreams
Will haunt me my whole life long;
The tokens of love and the tender heart
Were only given in vain;
The one that I loved the best of all.
Will never be mine again, never again.
When daylight westward flies,
Often with longing eyes,
Turned to the starry skies,
My soul has longed to greet thee;
Thou in the glory there.
Witness my heart's despair,
Tho' I may never dare
In heaven again to meet thee.-Refrain