Collected by Raymond W. Whittier For. M. C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Irene Sargent West Fork, Ark. Dec. 9, 1960 Reel 303 Item 19
We Met But Once
Beneath the cool and rustic shade,
We met but once one summer eve,
We’re both it seemed in pensive thought,
At sunset hour had strayed.
She gently touched her light guitar,
And sang of other happy days,
I felt the magic of her song,
But dared not speak its praise.
We met but once and oh too soon,
The moments winged their rapid flight, Our sweet moment still we left,
Our first and last good night.
Again she sang of merry friends,
Beloved in half the years gone by.
I watched the tear drops one by one,
That trembled in her eyes.
Fair maid I said with timid glance,
Art thou like me, all, all alone?
And then thou tender, sweet portrayed That thoughts we both had known.
We met but once, yet oh, how dear,
That summer eve will never be.
Then stooping o’re a mossey bank,
She called a rose for me.We Met But Once continued
(continuation of previous stanza)
The rose until my latest hour,
I’ll keep for her, for her dear sake. The brightest time in all my life,
Its weathered leaves away.
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