American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 The Song For Me
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28
THE SONG FOR ME.
Words by J. Enderssohn. Music by Michael Watson.
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 or "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,
And that was the song for me;
But at last she sang me "Home, Sweet Home, " and that was the song for me.