ALLAN CUNNINGHAM._ALONE_.
Far away from earthly care,Free as a bird, I soar through air,And think of thee in thy sad, lonely home,Watching and waiting for thy love to come.Dost thou hear me call thee, Sweet! Sweet!Many the years till we shall meet.
My spirit home is bright and fairWith flowers and birds and wonders rare.Seraphic the faces that on me smile,But the one I love is on earth the while,Will she hear me calling, Sweet! Sweet!Many the years till we shall meet.
Many the years I’ll watch and waitTill I see thee at the golden gate,Then in my arms will I bear thee awayTo my jewelled home where sunbeams play.Then together we’ll sing, Sweet! Sweet!Well worth the waiting thus to meet.