Along the trail a book of lyrics by Richard Hovey |
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THE LOVE OF A BOY—YESTERDAY |
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THE LOVE OF A BOY—YESTERDAY
No lips nor lutes can let thee know
The joy that lightens through my woe,—
But look in thine own heart, and so
I shall not need to tell thee, love.
Lady of the winsome smile!
Lovesome lady! Gentle lady!
If my heart had any guile,
Thou wouldst make me truthful, love.
The joy that lightens through my woe,—
But look in thine own heart, and so
I shall not need to tell thee, love.
Lady of the winsome smile!
Lovesome lady! Gentle lady!
If my heart had any guile,
Thou wouldst make me truthful, love.
Though bitter be our luckless lot,
It were more sad if love were not—
And all the rest may be forgot,
But thou wilt not forget me, love—
Lady of the faithful heart!
Loving lady! Loyal lady!
Were I noble as thou art,
No king's sword need knight me, love.
It were more sad if love were not—
And all the rest may be forgot,
But thou wilt not forget me, love—
Lady of the faithful heart!
Loving lady! Loyal lady!
Were I noble as thou art,
No king's sword need knight me, love.
Were I myself a mighty king
With thousands at my beckoning,
My power were but a little thing
To do thee worthy honor, love.
Lady in whose life I live!
Fearless lady! Peerless lady!
If the stars were mine to give
They should be thy necklace, love.
With thousands at my beckoning,
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To do thee worthy honor, love.
Lady in whose life I live!
Fearless lady! Peerless lady!
If the stars were mine to give
They should be thy necklace, love.
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