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SATIN SLIPPERS MEMORY OF A WEDDING DAY "Twas a pair of satin slippers with pretty bows upon them Which made them look so lovely and so sweet. And the girl, that wore those slippers Walked straight into my heart, And on a lovely April day we vowed we'd never part Though the years have passed away I cannot forget the day We walked the aisle together side by side With every step she took, I could not help but look At those pretty satin slippers, with tiny bows upon them They keep walking down, my aisle of memory I LOVE THE QUIET OF A SUMMER DAY I love the quiet of a summer day A Robin singing a round a bay I love to watch the leaves as they sway To the melody of the breeze I love to watch the sun beams play At hide and seek in the woodland gay And the cricket that sings in his quaint little way On the quiet of a summers day I love the quiet of a summer night A starlit heaven, a moon in its flight And to be alone, mid the reverie of a Beautiful memory. THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE 1 stood by my window, in the moon's silvery light And I watched for my loved one on a quiet summer night My heart grew impatient, I could hardly wait To see him come a smiling, through the old garden gate I stood by my window, in the dawn's early light And my heart kept on saying, he will be here tonight Tho' tears dim my eyes, still in him I have faith Hoping he'll come a smiling, through the old garden gate I stood by my window, the whole winter through And I dreamed of my love one, with a heart fond and true And though spring has come, I'm willing to wait For I'm sure he'll come a smiling, through the old garden gate. I SAW SPRING I saw spring coining across the hill And in her arms, she carried a bouquet of beautiful daffodil Violets sweet bloomed all around her feet And a blue bird sang a lovely serenade The babbling brook laughed and played As she hurried toward the sea The sky was never, as blue as it was that day The wonderful day when you fell in love with me.
Backman, Marguerite Thru-the-Garden-Gate-page-2