COME, MY DOLLY.
Come, my Dolly, come with me,Dance beneath the apple-tree.See the blossoms flying down,Wings of pink and rosy crown.Catch them, Dolly, in your gown,While the sun sees you and meDancing ’neath the apple-tree.Some day, Dolly, you will seeSnow upon the apple-tree;White wings then will flutter down,Covering leaves all dry and brown.But, my Dolly, do not frown;When spring comes again, you’ll seePink wings on the apple-tree.Lydia Avery Coonley-Ward.
Come, my Dolly, come with me,Dance beneath the apple-tree.See the blossoms flying down,Wings of pink and rosy crown.Catch them, Dolly, in your gown,While the sun sees you and meDancing ’neath the apple-tree.Some day, Dolly, you will seeSnow upon the apple-tree;White wings then will flutter down,Covering leaves all dry and brown.But, my Dolly, do not frown;When spring comes again, you’ll seePink wings on the apple-tree.Lydia Avery Coonley-Ward.
Come, my Dolly, come with me,Dance beneath the apple-tree.See the blossoms flying down,Wings of pink and rosy crown.Catch them, Dolly, in your gown,While the sun sees you and meDancing ’neath the apple-tree.
Come, my Dolly, come with me,
Dance beneath the apple-tree.
See the blossoms flying down,
Wings of pink and rosy crown.
Catch them, Dolly, in your gown,
While the sun sees you and me
Dancing ’neath the apple-tree.
Some day, Dolly, you will seeSnow upon the apple-tree;White wings then will flutter down,Covering leaves all dry and brown.But, my Dolly, do not frown;When spring comes again, you’ll seePink wings on the apple-tree.
Some day, Dolly, you will see
Snow upon the apple-tree;
White wings then will flutter down,
Covering leaves all dry and brown.
But, my Dolly, do not frown;
When spring comes again, you’ll see
Pink wings on the apple-tree.
Lydia Avery Coonley-Ward.
Lydia Avery Coonley-Ward.