There's a Long, Long Trail
There's a Long, Long Trail | |
Stoddard King, 1915
| Nights are growing very lonely, Days are very long; I'm a-growing weary only List'ning for your song. Old remembrances are thronging Thro' my memory. Till it seems the world is full of dreams Just to call you back to me. Chorus: |: There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams: There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams all come true; Till the day when I'll be going down That long, long trail with you. :| |
2. All night long I hear you calling, Calling sweet and low; Seem to hear your footsteps falling, Ev'ry where I go. Tho' the road between us stretches Many a weary mile. I forget that you're not with me yet, When I think I see you smile. Chorus: |