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Forever Mine.
She is mine, altho' the fair wheel of fate
Doth seem to say that I am just too late,
And the ring on her finger mocks in scorn
And makes my heart ache from night until morn,
It was heaven's holiest high design
That we should wed and so she is mine,
Forever mine.
Doth seem to say that I am just too late,
And the ring on her finger mocks in scorn
And makes my heart ache from night until morn,
It was heaven's holiest high design
That we should wed and so she is mine,
Forever mine.
Mine when the winter sun wanes in its flight,
Mine when the moon beams drift over the night,
Mine when forth the litte violets peep
Awake in bed from their mid-winter sleep;
And e'en the wind of the summer tide breeze
Doth catch it and whisper among the trees,
Forever mine.
Mine when the moon beams drift over the night,
Mine when forth the litte violets peep
Awake in bed from their mid-winter sleep;
And e'en the wind of the summer tide breeze
Doth catch it and whisper among the trees,
Forever mine.
Mine as I watched her in her early life,
And oft I vowed that she would be my wife,
And at school I watched her the live-long day,
And admired her form when she was at play,
And e'en tho' I knew she had lovers nine,
Yet still I had claimed her and she was mine,
Forever mine.
And oft I vowed that she would be my wife,
And at school I watched her the live-long day,
And admired her form when she was at play,
And e'en tho' I knew she had lovers nine,
Yet still I had claimed her and she was mine,
Forever mine.
Mine thro' all of the long years of the past,
Mine when her woman-hood was reached at last,
Yea mine thro' all of the long years to be
And still mine in the vast eternity;
Altho' she is another's promised bride,
She is mine so the heavens will decide,
Forever mine.
Mine when her woman-hood was reached at last,
Yea mine thro' all of the long years to be
And still mine in the vast eternity;
Altho' she is another's promised bride,
She is mine so the heavens will decide,
Forever mine.
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Yes mine in spite of her pride and her scorn,
My heart beats her name from night until morn,
And oft' as we wander in nights of June,
Our hearts in love, and both beating a tune,
We study the stars as they dance and shine
And then she denies it, that she is mine,
Forever mine.
My heart beats her name from night until morn,
And oft' as we wander in nights of June,
Our hearts in love, and both beating a tune,
We study the stars as they dance and shine
And then she denies it, that she is mine,
Forever mine.
But mine she is and oft' when I am sleep,
These feelings of love back over me creep;
She comes to me radiant in her charms
And like mist we drift in each others's arms,
Ah! could we thro' all of the ages long
Drift thus, my soul would e'er vibrate the song
Forever mine.
These feelings of love back over me creep;
She comes to me radiant in her charms
And like mist we drift in each others's arms,
Ah! could we thro' all of the ages long
Drift thus, my soul would e'er vibrate the song
Forever mine.
And so oft' at the noon-tide when I rest
And my head in slumber kisses the chest
In a vision I lead her, as my bride,
To the altar rail and stand by her side,
Our arms lovingly round each other twine,
And I say in my sleep, she is mine, she is mine,
Forever mine.
And my head in slumber kisses the chest
In a vision I lead her, as my bride,
To the altar rail and stand by her side,
Our arms lovingly round each other twine,
And I say in my sleep, she is mine, she is mine,
Forever mine.
She's mine when I wake and mine when I pray,
Mine till the coming of the judgment day,
Yes mine until the awful trumpet sounds
And caught up the echo, “she's mine” rebounds:
For we are wed forever, wed in love,
And she's mine in the sacret courts above
Forever mine.
Mine till the coming of the judgment day,
Yes mine until the awful trumpet sounds
And caught up the echo, “she's mine” rebounds:
For we are wed forever, wed in love,
And she's mine in the sacret courts above
Forever mine.
Yea mine when th' eternal judge decends,
Mine when my knee in humility bends;
I will clasp her close to my beating heart
And pray O, God, do let us never part!
This precious treasure and myself are thine
I have brought her home, but still she is mine.
Forever mine.
Mine when my knee in humility bends;
I will clasp her close to my beating heart
And pray O, God, do let us never part!
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I have brought her home, but still she is mine.
Forever mine.
And I rise from neath his majestic throne,
Still clasping her fondly claim her my own,
And all of the heavenly angels sing,
And the sweet wedding bells of glory ring—
As with them ten million harps combine
In proclaiming—she's mine, she's mine, she's mine,
Forever mine.
Still clasping her fondly claim her my own,
And all of the heavenly angels sing,
And the sweet wedding bells of glory ring—
As with them ten million harps combine
In proclaiming—she's mine, she's mine, she's mine,
Forever mine.
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