A lover and his maiden fair were seated one bright day,
Upon a rustic bench beneath a tree,
The little birds were singing for it was the month of May,
All nature seemed to join the minstrelsy.
He whispered words endearing as he pressed her to his heart,
And while upon her cheek fell a tear
He told her though he loved her that time had come to part,
But promised to return within a year.
When the trees are white with blossoms I’ll return,
And I will claim you as my happy bride
Till then, dear, I’ll be true,
And will only dream of you,
When the trees are white with blossoms, I’ll return.
A year has passed and now the maid is waiting all alone,
She wears a locket with a golden chain,
Within it is the face that dearer than her life has grown,
The one who told her he’d return again.
They said he did not love her or he could not leave her so,
Her heart was not disturbed by vain alarms
She turns, her love is by her side and echo seems to say,
As tenderly he clasps her in his arms.
Lennon, Irene and Kohlman, Charles, "When the Trees Are White With Blossoms I'll Return" (1903). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1721.
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