American Old Time Song Lyrics: 41 The Sweetest Melody
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 41
THE SWEETEST MELODY.
Copyright, 1893, by Geo T. Worth & Co.
By J. Aldrich Libbey.
'Twere vain to tell thee all I feel,
Or say for thee I'd die, or say for thee I'd die;
My words to thee would fain reveal
What my soul would wish to sigh.
Ah, well a-day, the sweetest melody
Could never, never say one half my love for thee;
Then let me silently reveal
What my soul would wish to sigh.
Thou'dst often called my voice a bird's.
Whose music liken spell, whose music like a spell,
Could change to rapture e'en the words
Of our long and sad farewell.
Ah, well a-day, etc.
Now, now from thee I'm forced to sever,
My love, adieu, adieu: my love, adieu, adieu;
This constant heart throbs for thee ever,
'Twill to the last heat prove true.
Ah, well a-day, etc.