American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 The Tryst

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35

THE TRYST.
Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.,
Words by Jessie Villars. Composed by Waldten Pegg.

The bright moon flings her beams across the bay, the stars are peeping one by one,
And waiting by the trysting-path; I wonder will my darling come;
The night wind low is sighing thro' the tree a plaintive, mournful lay,
The silv'ry wavelets lap the pebbly beach, flowing on for aye;
The silv'ry wavelets lap the pebbly beach, flowing on for aye.

Flow on, O silv'ry waves; flow on forevermore;
Tides will ebb And flow e'en when life is o'er;
Hoses may bloom and fade, stars may cease to shine,
But, 0, thou silv'ry waves flow on thro' all time.

She's coming now; her step is like the fawn; her white dress flitting thro' the
I hear a fragment of an old, old song, borne upon the breeze; [trees;
Her soft, white band is clasped within mine own, we wander by the shore;
To the wild waves' music lovers true may hear when we are no more;
To the wild waves' music lovers true may hear when we are no more.

Flow on, O silv'ry waves; flow on forevermore;
Tides will ebb And flow e'en when life Is o'er;
Roses may bloom and fade, stars may cease to shine.
But, O, thou silv'ry waves flow on through all time;
But, O, thou silv'ry waves flow on through all time.