The Mansion of Aching Hearts

The last dance was over the music had ceased
And the dancers were leaving the hall
A few men were saying their last good-byes
To the beautiful belle of the ball
Alone by the window a man sadly stands
His heart she has stolen away
And just as he gazed on her beautiful face
He was startled to hear someone say

She lives in a mansion of aching hearts
She’s one of a restless throng
The diamonds that glitter around her throat
Speak both of sorrow and song
The smile on her face is only a mask
And many the tear that starts
For sadden it seems when of Mother she dreams
In a Mansion of aching hearts

Alone by the fireside a man sadly looks
At a picture that hangs on the wall
He has never fogotten the sad sweet face
of the beatiful belle of the ball
Hes reading fher letter my picture I send
I have loved you but only in vain
Only to forget that we ever have met
Then he thinks with a heart full of pain

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