THE LITTLE RED RIBBON
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!The summer-time comes, and the summer-time goes—And never a blossom in all of the landAs white as the gleam of her beckoning hand!The long winter months, and the glare of the snows;The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!And never a glimmer of sun in the skiesAs bright as the light of her glorious eyes!Dreams only are true; but they fade and are gone—For her face is not here when I waken at dawn;The little red ribbon, the ring and the roseMineonly;hersonly the dream and repose.I am weary of waiting, and weary of tears,And my heart wearies, too, all these desolate years,Moaning over the one only song that it knows,—The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!The summer-time comes, and the summer-time goes—And never a blossom in all of the landAs white as the gleam of her beckoning hand!The long winter months, and the glare of the snows;The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!And never a glimmer of sun in the skiesAs bright as the light of her glorious eyes!Dreams only are true; but they fade and are gone—For her face is not here when I waken at dawn;The little red ribbon, the ring and the roseMineonly;hersonly the dream and repose.I am weary of waiting, and weary of tears,And my heart wearies, too, all these desolate years,Moaning over the one only song that it knows,—The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!The summer-time comes, and the summer-time goes—And never a blossom in all of the landAs white as the gleam of her beckoning hand!
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
The summer-time comes, and the summer-time goes—
And never a blossom in all of the land
As white as the gleam of her beckoning hand!
The long winter months, and the glare of the snows;The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!And never a glimmer of sun in the skiesAs bright as the light of her glorious eyes!
The long winter months, and the glare of the snows;
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
And never a glimmer of sun in the skies
As bright as the light of her glorious eyes!
Dreams only are true; but they fade and are gone—For her face is not here when I waken at dawn;The little red ribbon, the ring and the roseMineonly;hersonly the dream and repose.
Dreams only are true; but they fade and are gone—
For her face is not here when I waken at dawn;
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose
Mineonly;hersonly the dream and repose.
I am weary of waiting, and weary of tears,And my heart wearies, too, all these desolate years,Moaning over the one only song that it knows,—The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!
I am weary of waiting, and weary of tears,
And my heart wearies, too, all these desolate years,
Moaning over the one only song that it knows,—
The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose!