American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Sweetheart When You Are Far Away
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44
Sweetheart, When You Are Far Away.
Copyright, 1894, by Cert. L. Taylor.
By Bert. L. Taylor.
The thrush has piped his last clear note, to herald twilight's hour
And fragrant breezes gently float around your silent bower.
Now drops the dusky robe of night, and, clasping It above,
One jeweled star shines clear and bright-It is the star of love.
Yet cold and cheerless seems the way, sweetheart, when you are far away,
Sweetheart, when you are far away.
It is the star of love, yet cold and cheerless seems the way,
Sweetheart, when you are faraway.
Yet cold and cheerless seems the way,
Sweetheart, when you are for away.
The fountain, like a fairy lute, in tinkling cadence falls,
While through the woods, with fitful hoot, his mate the owlet calls.
The crescent moon behind the hill creeps up with silvery light,
While 'round your bower I linger still, while evening grows to night.
And count each weary hour a day, sweetheart, When you are far away,
Sweetheart, When you are far away.
While evening grows to night, and count each weary hour a day,
Sweetheart, when you are far away.
And count each weary hour away,
Sweetheart, when you are far away.