Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I’m a growing weary only L
ist’ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro’ my memory,
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
There’s a long, long trail a winding
Into a land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There’s a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I’ll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Ev’rywhere I go.
Tho’ the road between us stretches many a weary mile
I forget that you’re not with me yet
When I think I see you smile.
King, Stoddard and Elliot, Zo, "There's A Long, Long Trail" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1093.
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