Egyptland
Year 1919
Words by Bartley CostelloMusic by James W. Casey Forster Music Publisher, Inc. Chicago, Illinois |
First Verse Drift o'ver the sun kissed desert, stop where the old Nile flows, there's where my heart is roaming, There's where I left my rose, pretty as Cleopatra, mild as the summer breeze, Egypt I dwell in your land, tho' far across the seas. Second Verse To pyramids and sand dunes, wonders of puny man, nightly with joy I wander, in a dream caravan. Seated high on my camel, free as the very air, but I wake from dreaming, and sigh that I'm not there. Chorus Egypt land, land of my river Nile, life with you, made living well worth while; Egypt land, keep the rose I left there faithful and I'll be true, to you my Egypt land. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Weep No More, My Lady (Let Me See Your Smile)
Year 1914
Words and Music by L. Wolfe Gilbert
Jos. W. Stern and Co.102-104 W. 38th Street New York, NY. |
First Verse Harold Jones he courted little Josephine, and what a queen, was Josephine. 'Till she started reading Laura Libbey Jean, and now's she lost her little winning disposition; no more loving sunny smile, sobbing, sighing, all the while. Harold couldn't stand it, so he said "My dear, I want to say right here." Second Verse Crazy 'bout the photo play is Josephine, the crying scene up on the screen reads a novel of every night and in between woeful Josie cries enough to fill a bucket, 'fact I've heard some people say, she read "Three Weeks" in one day. Every time it's raining Harold always sneers "Those are Josie's tears." Chorus Weep no more my lady I want to see your sunny smile! Stop now, stop now you weeping willow! All night you cry upon your pillow. Weep no more my lady can't you stop that for awhile I know you show you're temperamental, but it won't go, please don't be sentimental, 'cause you won me with your wonderful smile. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
When The Twilight Comes To Kiss The Rose Good - Night
Year 1912
Words by Robert F. RodenMusic by Henry W. Petrie F. B. Haviland Pub. Co. Inc. 125 W. 37th St. New York City |
First Verse Near a rose bush down in Dixie I am dreaming, the leaves of time I'm turning over and over, and I see you once again with fond eyes gleaming, while the nightingale sings love's sweet song, Lenore, my lost Lenore, The twilight comes to kiss the rose "Good-Night!" dear, as in the golden days of "Auld Lang Syne," and it seems to me I see love's tender light, dear, in the Southern eyes that once were mine, all mine! Second Verse Tho' the garden is deserted now, my dearie, the rose bush blooms as in the days of yore, tho' to me the wide, wide world seems mighty dreary, my fond heart still holds the old love, sweet Lenore, my lost Lenore, I wonder if the love that was denied me, still guides your footsteps thro' the world a right, or if sometimes, dear, you long to be beside me, when the twilight comes to kiss the rose "Goodnight!" Chorus When the twilight comes to kiss the rose "Goodnight!" and the stars, like jewels, gleam with silvry light, I can see the love light shine, once again you're mine all mine, when the twilight comes to kiss the rose "Goodnight!" CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
I'll Wed The Girl I Left Behind
Year 1916
Words and Music by Will A. Dillon
M. Witmark and Sons10 Witmark Building New York City |
First Verse I'm dreaming of my little girl, away back home alone, the girl I've always known, the girl who's all my own; I see her hand a waving, and a tear drop in her eye, it broke her heart to hear me say goodbye. She murmured, "I'll be watching for you, praying for you, too, You'll some day find me waiting here for you!" Second Verse Right now my heart is waking and the old love calls a new, it thrills me through and through, for one so fond and true; Oh, I can wait no longer, for there's something to say, "Go back and find your old sweet heart today." So I'm off to keep the promise that I made her long ago, I'm going back because I love her so. Chorus I can picture tonight in the dim candle light, the girl I left behind I can see her once more at the old cottage door, waiting with love divine for I gave her the ring and I promised to bring, bring the parson back and make her mine, so I'm going right back, hang my hat on the rack, and wed the girl I left behind. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Montana
Year 1921
Words and Music by:Ruth Byrd and Harold Weeks Forster Music Publisher Inc. 235 South Wabash Ave. Chicago |
First Verse For many a year, from the land I hold dear, I've wandered unhappy, alone; and now at the end, I haven't a friend, and never a place to call home; but often I see, in dreams dear to me, that long ago land that I knew, the Queen of the earth, the land of my birth, Montana, Montana, it's you. Second Verse I try to recall and to picture it all, the wonders I knew as a child; the sweep of the plain, the gold of the grain, the ridges brush tangled and wild; and oft times I try to understand why I bartered the old for the new; a prodigal son, my wandering done, Montana, I'm coming to you. Chorus Oh I long, how I long for Montana, and the sweet scent of pine in the air, where the lark every evening sings melodies rare, to the sage brush and sweet prickly pear. Oh I long, how I long for Montana, when the sinking sun sets all aglow; in the heart of the Rockies, the land of my dreams, it is there that my heart longs to go. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Fatima Brown
Year 1915
Words by Joe McCarthyMusic by Jimmie V. Monaco Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building 231 W. 40th St. New York City |
First Verse In our town lived a girlie named Fatima Brown, she used to dance night and day, light and gay, oh she certainly was slick, she had the kick. But one day came a sporty actor 'round our way, he promised he would marry her, then he carried her off, the horrid thing, now this same Fatima Brown is the rage of New York town. But, Second Verse Years ago, when Fatima started with her show, she used to dance very mild, she was wild, when she found she didn't go, she was a crow. Bye and bye funny little movements she would try, she found the men admired her and inspired her so, the rest you know. Now she almost shakes the earth, and you get your money's worth. But, Chorus Oh, how she changed, she used to dance the butterfly, gracefully she'd kick so high; now she dances the seven veils, but six veils must be shy, O o-o! If the home folks knew, why they'll all come sneakin', even bring the deacon down to town, she flitters here, she flitters there, flitters almost everywhere, and you have to hold tight to your chair, when you see Fatima Brown. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Turn Back The Universe (And Give Me Yesterday)
Year 1916
Music by Ernest R. BallMusic by J. Keirn Brennan M. Witmark and Sons 10 Witmark Building New York |
First Verse It seems so long ago,although 'twas only yesterday, when just a word in anger heard our lives should part for aye. With faith so strong we thought no wrong could tear our heart strings then; what would I give could I but live the days that might have been! Second Verse My soul I'd give to live the happy days beyond recall, when you were near and to you, dear, I gave my love, my all. A perfect past too good to last, is all I dream of now, I hope and wait and trust to fate to bring you back some how! Chorus Turn back the universe and give me yesterday; unclasp the hands of time that hold life's golden ray. Take back that bitter hour when our love passed away, turn back the universe and give me yesterday! CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
My Grandfather's Girl
Year 1916
Words and Music By:Will A. Dillon M. Witmark and Sons 10 Witmark Building New York |
First Verse I love her, I love her, and always will, my grandmother dear, I can see her still. Her old fashioned bonnet and gingham gown, when she rode with dear old grandpa into town. Though she was eighty-two, he loved her fond and true. Second Verse Who was it, who was it, on Christmas night, that filled up your stocking with such delight? 'twas grandma, 'twas grandma, I know because, she was always a good old Santa Claus. The cakes and candies, too, she'd give them all to you. Chorus My grandfather's girl was a grand old girl, and she lived in the house on the hill. My granddaddy first met his first little girl, down by the old red mill. And together they wandered down the lane to the church where she changed her name. A rare precious pearl was my grandfather's girl, yes, she was a grand old girl! CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
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