American Old Time Song Lyrics: 59 Willie Has Gone To The War
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 59
Willie Has Gone to the War.
The blue bird is singing its lay
To all the sweet flowers of the dale;
The wild bee is roaming, at play;
And soft is the sigh of the gale;
I stray by the brook-side, alone,
Where oft we have wandered before,
And weep for my loved one-my own:
My Willie has gone to the war!
Chorus.
Willie has gone to the war, Willie-
Willie, my loved one-my own;
Willie has gone to the war, Willie-
Willie, my loved one, has gone.
It was there, where the lily-bells grow,
That I last saw his noble young face;
But now he has gone to the foe-
Oh! dearly I love the old place I
The whispering waters repeat
The name that I love, o'er and o'er,
And daisies, that nod at my feet,
Say: Willie has gone to the war- Chorus.
The leaves of the forest will fade,
The roses will wither and die,
And Spring to our home in the glade,
On fairy-like pinions, will fly;
But still I will hopefully wait
Till the day when those battles are o'er;
And pine like a bird for its mate,
Till Willie comes home from the war.-Chorus.