Historic Sheet Music Collection

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MacIntosh Collection

New York: Jerome H. Remick & Co., 45 W. 28th St. (1905)

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[Verse 1]
The oriole with joy was sweetly singing,
The little brook was bab’ling it’s tune,
The village bells at noon were gaily ringing
The world seem’d brighter than a harvest moon;
For there within my arms I gently pressed you,
And blushing red, you slowly turned away,
I can’t forget the way I once caressed you;
I only pray we’ll meet another day.

In the shade of the old apple tree,
Where the love in your eyes I could see,
When the voice that I heard, like the song of the bird, Seem’d to whisper sweet music to me;
I could hear the dull buzz of the bee,
In the blossoms as you said to me,
With a heart that is true, I’ll be waiting for you,
In the shade of the old apple tree.

[Verse 2]
I’ve really come a long way from the city,
And though my heart is breaking I’ll be brave,
I’ve brought this bunch of flow’rs I think they’re pretty To place upon a freshly moulded grave;
If you will show me, father, where she’s lying,
Or if it’s far just point it out to me,
Said he :she told us all when she was dying,
To bury her beneath the apple tree.”



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