American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 Waiting For A Broadway Stage

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9

Waiting for a Broadway Stage.

As up Broadway I strolled one day
To see the styles pass by,
A pretty little girl I very soon met,
And she had such a roguish eye;
Her little short skills in points hung down,
For that style's all the rage;
She was looking up and down with a pretty little frown,
Waiting for a Broadway stage, oh!

Chorus.
She was just about the girl that's all the rage,
Sweet sixteen was just her age;
I met her on the corner, it was there that first I saw her,
Waiting for a Broadway stage.

She saw that I was looking at her.
When a sweet little smile like a beam
Just played round her face, and with such ease and grace,
Why like a little angel she did seem;
-But I kept getting like any one in fear,
For my heart fell like a bird that's in a cage,
How I wished I'd never seen that handsome little queen,
Waiting for a Broadway stage, oh!-Chorus.

But as the ice was broken, my hat of course I raised,
As the stage that she required soon came by,
When she said in tones so sweet, perhaps some time we'll meet,
As up the steps her little form aid fly;
But I never since have seen her, so I wander in despair
For it seems that since she left me 'twas an age;
But I never shall forget that little girl I met,
Waiting for a Broadway stage, oh!-Chorus.