WHEN A WOMAN LOVES.
Copyright. 1897. by Philip Kussel.
Words and Music by Philip Kussel.
Don't leave me, dear, in anger, for surely you'll regret,
Now that my time is drawing to a close.
How often have you told it. you loved none else but me.
Tho' now your life is filled with bitter woes.
All through our married life you've been the idol of my heart;
Your love has been to me my all in all,
You surely must have loved me, or else I've been deceived,
Tell me ere I go beyond recall.
For when a woman loves, how plainly does she show it,
Nothing in this world can take her "love away;
She'll work for you, she'll beg for you, and yes I know she'd die for you
For when a woman truly loves her love will stay.
When you had wealth and plenty, I entertained your friends,
And made all men pay homage to your name.
And after, when misfortune swept all your wealth away,
You always found my love was Just the same.
None had a better right to make the man that I loved best
Go forth and show that work was not a shame.
Did I not also help you until I lost my health?
Tell me that you love me Just the same.-Chorus.