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When the dew is on the rose
I love you in the evening
When the day comes to a close
I love you in the night time
For I met you in my dreams
And together we go strolling
Dow n a lane of bright moon beams
I love you in springtime
When the birds began to call
I love you in the autumn
When the leaves began to fall
I?ll love you forever, no matter what may be
I?ll always love you darling
And I hope that you?ll love me
FLY AWAY LOVE
There?s a wee bird singing in the old elm tree
I can tell by his song that?s he?s lonely like me
With a new mate no doubt, his love flew away
I hope little bird she will fly back someday
I. too had a love, but somehow it seems fate did not agree
For along came a stranger and to my dismay, he took my love from me
So keep singing your song. I?ll keep hoping my hope
Perhaps fate will change her decree, and maybe your love will come back to me And my love will come back to me
SEVENTEEN
It is a privilege to grow old Because in dreams you can behold The cherished dreams of yester year That to your heart are ever dear The time, the persons and the place The growing years cannot erase
I shall recall this special dream
The year that I was seventeen
I close my eyes and 1 can see
This river home, so dear to me
If you could see it, I am sure
You too, would love ?Old Mon Secour?
From seventeen to seventy are many years you will agree But not in dreams for you can see I?m back again in the use to be It was August and the sun was high And the riverboat her course did ply
As we passed by Jesuit Bend, the Grover Cleveland changed her trend She headed for the old bature In front of precious ?Old Mon Secour?