The Rose Of The Mountain Trail Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > By Jack Caddigan & Charles A. Brennan Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse Far away on a mountain trail way down in Mexico Every day when the sun is sinking low and the tropic breezes blow There I stray to a flower bower near a bungalow To my Rose who is waiting there. Second Verse Moon shines bright on that mountain trail way down in Mexico Its love light shining like a beacon there on the blackness of her hair Wondrous sight in among the cactus of the mountain trail Just one Rose growing all alone. Chorus On the Mountain Trail, there's a Rose that grows so wonderful Its the only Rose that the Mountain knows, It was placed there Just for me and I will take her soon on a saddle back Honeymoon I'll strike a golden claim when I change the name of the Rose of the Mountain Trail.

Down At The Baby Store Year 1904 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Alfred Bryan Music by Harry Von Tilzer Harry Von Tilzer Music Publishing Co. 37 W. 28th Street New York City

First Verse "Mamma" sighs a lad, "I'm lonely, since our baby's gone away," As he looks toward a mansion, where some children are at play; "Can't I have a little sister, tell me aint there any more?" Mamma hides her tears and answers, "Yes dear, at the baby store;" 'Cause we're poor I have no playmates;" says the lad with tear dimmed eyes, "Some one there will surely love me," Then he drops his toys and sighs: Second Verse By an orphan home he pauses, sees the children round the door, In a childish voice he whispers, "This must be the baby store;" Spies a lonesome little lassie, golden hair and eyes of blue, Takes her by the hand to mamma, says "I've brought her home to you; For like me she's poor and lonely, and her mamma dear is dead," Then he puts his arms around her, As with childish pride he said: Chorus Down at the baby store, Down at the baby store, I'll find a girlie that looks like you, Nice golden hair and sweet eyes of blue, I'll bring her home to stay, With me she'll always play; There's one I am sure, Who'll love me though I'm poor, Down at the baby store."

Just Across The Bridge Of Gold Year 1905 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Andrew B. Sterlin Music by Harry Von Tilzer Harry Von Tilzer Music Publishing Co. 37 W. 28th Street New York Cityy

First Verse Once we were poor, mother darling, Cried a sad child one day, Now we are rich but I'm lonely, Longing for sister May Oft in my dreams I can see her, Kneeling beside my bed Where is she now, mother tell me, Softly her mother said: Second Verse We were so poor little darling, May always loved us so, And when he asked her to marry, She would not answer "No," Her heart belonged to another, From him she had to part, For you and me, little darling, Your sister broke her heart: Chorus Just across the bridge of gold, Where the lights are shining bright, Just across the bridge of gold, There's an aching heart tonight; For the sake of those she loved, All her happiness she sold, And tonight we will pray, For your dear sister May, Just across the bridge of gold.

When You're Good You're Lonesome Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words & Music by Grace Doro Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse I feel so sad and lonely I wish I knew just why Every one is happy, While all I do is sigh. I walk the straight and narrow path I'm good as I can be; Maybe that's just what is wrong, For it seems to me. Second Verse My mother always told me "Be very, very good;" I took her advise, Like a good child always should. I went to bed at eight o'clock But what did that get me? I have missed an awful lot, Now I plainly see. Chorus WHen you are good, you're so lonesome, And when you're lonesome you're blue; Sometimes it seems very hard to believe Every dark cloud has a silver lining I think it'll get me a sweetie who'll make afuss over me, Just love and pet me all the day; Then I'll never have to say When you are good you're so lonesome, And when you're lonesome you're blue.

Rose Of An Hour Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Percy Edgar Music by Harry Scott Premier Music Co. Ltd. London, England

First Verse I stand in the garden of loveland, Unwanted and all alone, Why did you make me care for you? Ah, had I only known. Second Verse The bee to the blushing red rosebud, Still whispers his messages true, But here I wait a faded rose, Ne'er comes a sign from you. Chorus The rose of an hour was my love for you, You took it then cast it aside I must regret and I know you'll forget Tho' you called me your joy and pride. At first when we met you were good and true, But now we have drifted apart, The rose of an hour was my love for you, And the thorn still remains in my heart.

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