American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 We Met By Chance

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46

WE MET BY CHANCE.
Words by W. Bartholomew. Music by F. Kuecken.

When evening brings the twilight hour, I pass a lonely spot,
Where oft she comes to cull the flower we call "Forget me not."
She never whispers go, nor stay; she never whispers go, nor stay:
We meet by chance, the usual way; we meet by chance, the usual way;
We meet by chance, we meet by chance, we meet by chance, the usual way.

Once-how, I cannot well divine, unless by chance we kissed-
I found her lips were close to mine, so I could not resist;
As neither whispered yea nor nay, as neither whispered yea nor nay;
They met by chance, the usual way; they met by chance, the usual way:
They met by chance, they met by chance, they met by chance, the usual way.

The roses, when the zephyrs woo, impart what they receive;
They sigh and sip the balmy dew, but never whisper give.
Our love is mutual, this we know; our love is mutual, this we know,
Though neither tells the other so, though neither tells the other so;
Our love is mutual, this we know, though neither tells the other so.