‘Tis twilight and the toil of day is over,
The cattle from the fields are coming home,
The moon will soon be shining on the clover,
As down a quiet lane alone I roam,
The old mill wheel is silent all seems lonely,
A dear girl’s waiting in the twilight’s glow,
I whisper that I love her love her only,
We parted where the water lilies grow.
‘Neath the old acorn tree, sweet Estelle,
I’ll return, love’s old story to tell,
When the gold of the day turns to gray,
And you list to the old village bell,
Let my love in your heart ever dwell,
You may know little girl all is well,
With a heart ever true, I’ll return dear to you,
‘Neath the old acorn tree sweet Estelle.
‘Neath the telle.
Out in the golden West tonight I’m dreaming,
The moon shines o’er the mountains still and cold,
I’m going East where candlelights are gleaming,
Again to wander through the scenes of old,
The moonlight on the old mill wheel is falling,
No loving face is waiting there for me,
In fancy I can hear a sweet voice calling,
“Dear heart I’m waiting ‘neath the acorn tree.”
Helf, J. Fred and Denison, C. M., "'Neath the Old Acorn Tree, Sweet Estelle" (1907). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1671.
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