American Old Time Song Lyrics: 27 Death Of Eva

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 27

DEATH OF EVA.
Sung at Eva's death In Booth A: Collier's "Uncle Toms Cabin."

We will miss you, darling Eva when you deep beneath the sod,
And the summer winds are murmuring o'er your grave;
We will think of you in kindness in your heavenly home above;
And your spirit, free from sorrow, pain and care,
The sands of life are slowly ebbing with the tide;
And soon your bones will mingle with the clay;
In the winter of our sorrow we will think of how you died,
And will miss you Eva when you are laid away.

Chorus.
For Uncle Tom is feeble-(echo) Uncle Tom is feeble,
And his head am bending low --(echo) bending low;
old master calls, he can no longer stay (echo) can no longer stay.
In the winter of our sorrow we will think of how you died,
And we will miss you, darling Eva, when you're gone.

We will tell our little children that Miss Eva dwells above,
How the angels led her up the golden stairs;
We will tell them how she loved them with a fond and sacred love;
They must try to meet again Miss Eva there;
And when the judge his trumpet sounds from realms of bliss on high.
And the morning of the great day comes at last,
I will meet you, darling Eva, and together you and I
Will no longer dread December's wintry blast. -Chorus.