The gentle evening breeze was softly sighing,
The silver moon was gleaming in the sky,
I kissed away the tears, for you were crying,
I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll come bye and bye;”
You whispered, “Sweetheart, I will never doubt you,
My heart goes with you ev’rywhere you stray;
This world’s a dreary place for me without you,
But I’ll be happy when I hear you say:”
“When the orioles come North again,
And the violets cover the plain,
Then the reapers’ sweet song
Will be heard all day long,
For the sunshine must follow the rain;
We’ll forget all our sorrow and pain,
In the music of Love’s sweet refrain,
By the murmuring stream
We will linger and dream,
When the orioles come North again.
They say that ev’ry cloud has silver lining,
They say the darkest hour’s before the dawn,
I’m sorry that I left you there repining,
I know that you have missed me since I’ve gone;
The years have drifted by since last we parted,
But I am longing for you more each day!
Forgive me if I left you broken-hearted!
I mean it when to you again I say:
Baer, Charles E. and Schmid, Johann, "When the Orioles Come North Again" (1906). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1720.
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