Hiawatha's Melody Of Love Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Alfred Bryan and Artie Mehlinger Music by Geo. W. Meyer Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York and Detroit

First Verse Where the summer skies tenderly Kiss the pines that rise slenderly By a forest stream Indian lovers came to dream 'Neath the moon aglow In the long ago They sang of love sweet and low Second Verse Hiawatha roamed tearfully Gazed up on the spot fearfully On a moss bound throne Hiawatha that pined alone Willow boughs bent low From them seemed to flow Music to banish his woe Chorus And the song they sang was Hiawatha's melody Just a golden memory Of the days that used to be As they sat entranced beneath the weeping tree Every leaf up above seemed to tremble with love And the evening breeze sang Hiawatha's melody Sang it sweet and tenderly Like a lover's rosary Now the song birds in Spring still remember and sing Hiawatha's melody of love.

Where Is My Wandering Girl Tonight? Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > Words and Music by: Dave Manley Hugo Hamlin Boylston Building Boston, Mass.

First Verse The scene is a lonely cottage that once was bright and gay Where a mother dear is waiting for the girl that went away Each minute seemed an hour, each hour seems a year, each moment brings a thought of her, each thought just brings a tear, Tears mingle with her sighs Where is my girl she cries. Second Verse Just think of you darling mother Just think of her tonight Return if you are wandering Her love is your guiding light No matter what the past dear, No matter what the shame, What even if the world does jeer, She loves you just the same, Leave all the glare and light She prays for you tonight. Chorus Where is my wandering girl tonight Oh where oh where can she be She left the old home for the bright city lights, Please send her back to me Tell her I am growing old And I soon will pass away For there's no place like home Oh where is my girlie my child tonight.

When You Look In The Heart Of A Rose Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Marian Gillespie Music by Florence Methven Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building New York City

First Verse Deep in my heart I hold for you, A tender thought, so sweet and true, Nobody knows but this little rose, I give you. Second Verse I give my love sweetheart to you, Hid in a rose, so safe, secure, Trusting you'll know, for ever and aye, 'Twill endure. Chorus Dear little rose, with your heart of gold, Dear little rose, may your petals fold, My secret sweet I will trust you to keep, Deep in your heart 'twill repose. No one will know what your leaves conceal, No one will guess what they could reveal, You will know then, that I love you dear, When you look in the heart of a rose.

Where The Black-Eyed Susans Grow Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Dave Radford Music by Richard A. Whiting Jerome H. Remick & Co. Detroit and New York

First Verse I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse down a pretty little lane Where yellow daisies make a pathway to the fields of golden grain. There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago; Something tells me that I'm welcome where the Black-eyed Susans grow. Second Verse Her daddy's just a plain old farmer, mother's just a farmer too; they surely raised some pretty Daisy when they raised my little Sue. You may have your pretty Roses, Violets and Pansies too; you can keep your snow white Lilies, I will leave them all for you. Chorus I'm going back to a shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow I love 'em so, they're all around on the ground where I found the one I know so long ago. The honey bees all know I'm comin', I seem to hear them softly hummin', "You'll be losin' your little Susan, you'd better be getting busy buzzin' around." To stroll again down the lane to the plain old rustic seat will be a treat, and then I'll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet, She's mighty sweet. And when I'm tied to the pride of the country side maybe I'll introduce you to my corn fed bride, when I come back from the shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow.

For The Sake Of Auld Lang Syne Year 1922 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Geo. Graff Jr. and Annelu Music by Ernest R. Ball M. Witmark & Sons No. 7 Witmark Building New York

First Verse The pain will come back tomorrow, but I want to forget tonight so for old time's sake, won't you still the ache and bring back love's sunshine so bright? Second Verse If memries no longer thrill you, and your heart has forgotten all, then because I care, give me just one share of happiness I can recall. Chorus For the sake of "Auld Lang Syne" take me in your arms again while my heart pretends we're the same old friends, and forgets for awhile its pain. Only kiss me, and I'll remember once again for a moment you're mine If once more you'll be what you were to me for the sake of Auld Lang Syne.

Those Good Old Days Back Home Year 1916 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Joe McCarthy Music by Jimmie Monaco Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building 232 W. 40th Street New York

First Verse I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train, I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire would never see me again; I got "kinder" tired of my home town, had a lot of silly dreams, mighty disappointed looking 'round, this life ain't what it seems. Chorus 1 My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home, I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam, you could live around the city years or more, and never get acquainted with the folks next door. Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'," I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow, I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb. (I've been a drone) and in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still, Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home. Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees, hear the rooster crowing, hear the humming of the bees, see the corn a waving in the fields of new mown hay, that is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today. Chorus 2 My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home, I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam, you could live around the city years or more, and never even know the folks that live next door. Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'," I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow, I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb. (I've been a drone) I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs, Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home.

While The Stars In The Heavens Shine On Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Harry D. Kerr Music by Henry W. Petrie F. B. Haviland Pub. Co. New Zealand Building Broadway and 37th Street New York

First Verse Heart of my heart you seem, dear, to doubt that my love is true; Sometimes I think you feel, dear, It may not all be for you, Doubt that the sun is shining, doubt that the sky is blue, doubt the whole world, if you will, dear, but doubt not my love for you: Second Verse Birds to their mates are singing, the song that they love to hear; each flow'r with sweetend perfume, speaks love to the one that's near, soul speaks to soul, the answer never has yet been wrong, this is love's message to you, dear, and this is my own love song: Chorus While the stars in heaven shine on! While the warm summer sun greets the dawn, the love that I give, will grow stronger and live, till the light of the world will be gone! With a heart that shall beat just for you, all my vows every day I'll renew tho' the ocean may dry, love like mine shall not die while the stars in the heavens shine on!

Over The Hills To You Year 1921 < Click here to listen ! > Poem by Russell J. England Music by Clay Smith The Heidelberg Press 15th & Race Streets Philadelphia, PA.

Verse I am coming back my darling Over the hills to you I am riding night and morning Over the hills to you The big red sun is sinking Of you, dear heart, I'm thinking When the light of dawn is gleaming I'll be over the hills with you I've been lonesome for you darling Longing to be with you I've been eager for the journey Over the hills to you Each milestone passed with yearning Marks a stage of my returning In strong arms of love I'll fold you When I'm over the hills with you.

The Violet The Rose And You Year 1915 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Joe Hiller Music by Geo. F. Olcott E. J. Murray Music Co. Pittsburgh and New York

First Verse The shades of night were falling and the sun had gone to rest, In dreams I seemed to see the one I've always loved the best; She stood among the roses where perfume filled the air, 'Twas the love light from her eyes so bright that put me in despair. The Second Verse The roses lose their splendor and they droop when you're away, The stars don't shine so brightly and I miss you more each day; You've made the world a garden of roses filled with love, You are all to me in this wide world, you're mine by the stars above. The Chorus Violet, the rose and You, dear, that I met in the garden of love, The moonlight, the sunshine, all came with you, you brighten the heavens above. Each rose seemed to tell a story of your love so fond and true, I need you, I want you, I love you forever, the Violet, the Rose and You.

Dreaming Of Mother And Home Sweet Home Year 1906 < Click here to listen ! > Words and Music by E. B. Holmes The Colonial Music Pub. Co. Boston, Mass.

First Verse When but a boy I wander'd from mother's fireside, To seek a world of pleasure, steer forth on fortune's tide: Beyond familiar places enchantment seem'd to gleam, But now I know it was a boyish dream. My mother tried to tell me my course would bring regret, But, like a boy, I thought she did not know, And tho' her lips are silent I well remember yet Her loving words of warning long ago. I'm Second Verse And now I want to tell you, in words both plain and true As through this world you travel, firm friends you'll find are few. Should sickness overtake you, misfortune to come, Your thoughts will turn to mother dear and home. For when your purse is empty and worthless friends depart, And you are in this wide, wide world alone, There's one who still remembers, with every yearning heart 'Tis mother in your dear, and distant home. I'm Chorus Dreaming of mother, of my own dear mother, And now there's no other To take her place with me. Now fate has bereft me, And no one is left me, I'm dreaming of mother and of Home Sweet Home.

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