American Old Time Song Lyrics: 32 Call Me Thine Own
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 32
CALL ME THINE OWN.
Call me "thine own," name fond endearing,
Like music sweet it falls on mine ear;
Tell me of hope, life's pathway cheering,
Whispers of home with thee ever near.
Call me "thine own," doubt would destroy.
For only thro' faith are we secure,
Making our hearts strong to endure
What lies before us, sorrow or joy.
Call me "thine own," thine, thine alone,
Name fond endearing, call me "thine own."
Years may roll on, youth's dreams may leave us,
Hopes faint and die that lighted our way,
Trials may come, sorrows may grieve us,
Friends may depart or falsely betray.
Call me "thine own," all else may fail;
With love in our hearts, heaven still remains;
Each bond with time fresh vigor gains,
And o'er life's tempests love shall prevail.
Call me "thine own," thine, thine alone.
Name most endearing, call me "thine own."