SOMEBODY HAS MY HEART.
Copyright, 1897, by Spaulding & 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 be his wife;
So one lovely night, 'neath the moonlight, he 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 too 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.