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When Its Spring Time in The Rockies

The twilight shadows deepn into night dear
The city lights are gleaming on the snow
I sit alone beside the dreary fire dear
Im dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And every day I hear you softly singing
I’ll wait until the springtime comes again

When its springtime in the Rockies
I am coming back to you
Little Sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I’ll say I love you
While the birds sing all the day
When it’s springtime in the Rockies
In the Rockies far away

Ive kept your image guarded in my heart dear
I’ve kept my love for you as pure as dew
Im longing for the time when I shall come dear
Back to that dear old Western home and you
I fancy its springtime in the mounains
The maple leaves in first sky green appear
I hear you softly say my Queen of May time
This springtime you have come to meet me here

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The Maple Leaf Forever

In days of your, from britains shore
Walfe the dauntless hero came
And planted firm Britannias flag
On Canada’s fair domain
Here may it wave our boast or pride
And join in love together
The thistle, Shamrock Rose Entwine
The Maple Leaf forever

The Maple Leaf our emblem dear
The Maple Leaf Forever
God save Our King and Heaven bless
The Maple Leaf forever

At Queenston Heights and Lundy’s lane
Our brave Fathers side by side
For freedom, homes, and lov’d ones dear
Firmly stood and bravely died
And those dear rights which they maintained
We swear to yeild them never
Our watchword ever more shall be
The Maple Leaf Forever

My Old Pal

Im thinking of you tonight old pal
And wishing that you were here
Im dreaming of the times and the days gone by
When you filled my heart with cheer
I remember the nights when all alone
We sang Sweet Adeline
No other face can take your place
In my heart old pal of mine

The old pals are always the best you see
New friends you can find everyday
But they can’t tell the places
Or ever be like the old pals of yesterday

Im wondering just where you are tonight
And if you ever think of me
It would make my weary heart so light
Sweetheart again your face to see
But in my checkered life I find
Nothing come right it seems
Still you’ll always be a pal of mine
Though it may be only in dreams

Sweet Bunch of Daisies

Sweet golden daisies treasured more than gold
Even I hear them whispering love of thee
Murmuring softly In a [sliver them] (theme?)
Of loves bright morning now one sad sweet dream

Sweet bunch of daisies brought from the dell
Kiss me once darling dasies won’t tell
Give me your promise oh sweetheart
Darling I love you will you be true

Sweet withered daisies treasure more than gold
Bring back the memory of those sweet days of old
When we together strolled through forests green
Gathering daisies growing by the stream

When The Moon Comes Over The Mountain

All by myself at twilight
Watching the day depart
And with fading twilight
Happiness fills my heart

When the moon comes over the mountain
Every beam brings a dream dear of you
Once again well stroll by the founains
Through the rose covered valley we knew
Each day is gray and dreary
But the nights are bright and cheery
When the moon comes over the Mountain
Im alone with my memories of you

What do I care for sunshine
Blue skies are all in vain
I only hope that sometime
We two will meet again.

Down The River of Golden Dreams

When the weary day is near to its ending
When the world is longing to rest
Theres a happy day in dreams [on mending]
When the sun goes to the west

Down the river of golden dreams
Drifting along humming a song of love
Where the silver love moon beams
We’ll not be blue under the blue above
And when we find the rivers end
Where the willows bend
There our days we’ll spend together
Down the river of golden dreams
You and I under the sky of love

Some may dream of finding golden treasures
Some may dream of castles so high
I keep dreaming of a little journey
Someday we’ll go you and I

Your As Welcome As The Flowers In May

Las night I dreamed a sweet sweet dream
I thought I saw my home sweet home
And oh how grand it all did seem
I made a vow no more to roam
By the dear old village church I strolled
While the bell in the steeple sadly told
I saw my Daddy old and gray
I thought I heard my Mother say

Your as welcom as the flowers in May
And we love you in the same old way
We’ve been waiting for you day by day
Your as welcome as the flowers in May

I thought I saw my sweetheart Bess
And once again we pledged our love
I listened to her low sweet yes
The moon was shinning from above
We talked of happy days of yore
And the day that I left my home heart sore
My thoughts are many mines away
I long to hear my Sweetheart say

Will The Angels Play Their Harp For Me

picture-075I was passing by a churchyard near the city
When I saw a beggar man both old and grey
with his hand outreached he meekly asked for pitty
I paused a while and this I heard him say

Oh I wonder, yes I wonder
Will the angel way up younder
Will the angels play their harps for me
Oh my life is growing dreary
And My way is getting weary
Will the angels play their harps for me

O A million miles Ive travelled
And a million nights Ive seen
And Im ready for the glory soon to be
But I wonder yes I wonder
Will the angels way up yonder
Will the angels play their harps for me

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

I’ll Be With You When The Roses Bloom Again

They are roaming in the gloaming where the roses are in bloom
Just a soldier and his sweetheart staunch and true
But her heart is filled with sorrow and her throughts are of the morrow
As she pins a rose upon his coat of blue
Do not ask me love to linger for you know not what to say
When my duty calls my sweetheart’s voice is cain
But your heart need not be sighing if [I] am not among the dying
I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again

When the roses bloom again beside the river
And the robin red-breast sings his sweet refrain
As in days of Auld Lang Syne I’ll be with you sweetheart mine
I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again.

Mid the rattle of the battle comes a whisper soft and low
For a soldier [hop] has fallen in the fray
I am dying captian dying and I know Ive got to go
But I want your promise ere I pass away
There’s a far and distant river where teh roses bloom so fair
There’s a maiden who is waiting all in vain
It is there I’d have you take me Ive been faithful dont forsake me
I must be there when the roses bloom again