Mountain Home, Ark. December 1963
Collected from: Norma Wood
Collected by: Carolyn Wood Reel 436, Item 6
Come Sit by my Side, Little Darling
Come sit by my side, little darling And lay your brown head on my breast,
While the angels of twilight around us Are singing the flowers to rest.
Your hands are as fair as the lillies That bloom in the shadows of green,
And their touch has a magical power My heart from all sadness to wean.
Chorus:
Come sit by my side, little darling,
And lay your brown head on my breast,
While the angels of twilight around us Are singing the flowers to rest.
I dream when your arms are around me,
That life is an infinite calm,
Your kiss has the spell of a charmer,
Your kiss, that is weeter than balm.
Oh ! What could be sweeter than dreaming.
This dream that is on us to-night?
Let us think of the present, my darling,
The future is out of our sight.
Chorus:
Sing low in the twilight some ballad,
As sweet as the smile on your face,
That shall thrill me with melody's sweetness,
And touch with its words tender grace,
And I'll give you a kixx when it's ended,
A kiss that the singer shall earn,
And, perhaps (do you hear, little darling)
I shall ask for a kiss in return.
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