Of all the girls I've met, there's never been one yet,
That I ever gave a second thought to, till I met you;
Now your sweet love it seems makes this a land of dreams,
Which will grant us all our wishes and show us what true bliss is;
So no matter how long it may be, take this from me
I will be waiting for you dear, always,
Be it a day or a year;
For I'll be so lonesome when we are apart,
Will you be lonesome too dear
And from the first moment I gazed into your lovely eyes
I had a feeling that's new,
So if you will only just say your are lonely,
You'll find me waiting for you.
Just let me say to you, of all the boys I knew,
There has never been one that I cared for, that is before;
Until I saw your smile that made me think a while,
There is surely some great pleasure
When a heart beats to love's measure;
So if your are sure you like but me, say happily
Orlob, Harold, "Waiting" (1918). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1544.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.