The Song For Me - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE SONG FOR ME. Words by J. Enderssohn. Music by Michael Watson. As sung by Chauncey Olcott. 
On a Winter night, when the fire was bright, And the door was barred on care; I asked the maiden I prize so well What she would sing to me there? I asked the maiden I prize so well What she would sing to me there? 
She warbled a song of "La Belle France," And a song; of Italy; Her voice fell clear on my loving ear, But they were not the songs for me; Her voice fell clear on my loving ear, But they were not the songs for me. 
Their accents hung on her 'witching tongue, As I listened dreamily on; And I fancied I roved in distant climes, Where she was the flower And the sun; I fancied I roved in distant climes. Where she was the flower and the sun. 
Then she sang a strain from lordly Spain, And a lay of Germany; But at last she sang me "Home, Sweet Home," And that was the song for me; But at last she sang me "Home, Sweet Home," And that was the song for me.