Summer was blooming, old times were looming, while I closed my eyes;
Scenes I love dearly, came back so clearly, under summer skies,
Stars were agleaming, I was just dreaming,
Dreaming of you,
Back to the time when you be came mine,
Just a memory.
When the old oaken bucket was new,
That’s the first time I made love to you,
You turned your head, but you heard all I said,
As we sat by the well just we two,
We both vowed that our hearts love would flow
Just as long as the water below,
Life is sweet yet, but I’ll never forget,
When the old oaken bucket was new.
When the new.
Life was a pleasure each day a treasure, that I foundly praise,
Thoughts of tomorrow, never brought sorrow, in those good old days,
Back to our childhood, back tho’ the wildwood,
My thoughts seem to fly,
What can compare with those days so rare,
Days that never die.
Moriarty, George J. and Cooper, Joe, "When the Old Oaken Bucket Was New" (1910). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1719.
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