American Old Time Song Lyrics: 57 Every Day At The Station

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Copyright, 1897, by Carleton, Cavanagh & Co.
Words and Music by Gussie L. Davis.

At a little railroad station sits an old man ev'ry day.
Waiting as tho' he expected some one from the far away.
And at night he homeward totters, with a tear-drop in his eye,
To himself he sadly murmurs, she is coming bye and bye.
Now bereft of all his reason, with a stster lives alone.
When a young man made a fortune, built a mansion of his own;
But his fondest hopes were shattered, when a message came one day,
And the mem'ry haunts him ever, tho' he's feeble, old and gray.

Every day at the station he waits and waits in vain,
Watching the many faces that pass on every train;
Who can it be that he sighs for from morning 'till eventide,
Every day at the station he waits for a promised bride.

Listen, I will tell the story, o'er and o'er it's told each day,
How when young he loved a maiden, were engaged, the people say;
On the morning of the wedding went to meet her at the train.
But a message handed to him broke his heart and wrecked his brain;
Thus it read: "The train has been wrecked that was bringing you
your bride."
My God, have I lost my darling! this the man then sadly cried,
Back to home then kind friends led him, where the wedding feast
was spread,
Ev'ry day since then he's waited at the station for the dead.
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