On a morning bright and clear, to my old home I drew near Just a villiage down in sunny Tennessee, I was speeding on the train that would bring me back again To my sweetheart who was waiting there for me. It was but a few short years since I'd kissed away her tears As I left her at my dear old mother's side, And each day we've been apart she's grown dearer to my heart. Than the night I asked of her to be my bride.
We could hear the darkies singing as she said farewell to me Far across the fields of cotton my old homestead I could see When the moon rose in its glory I told life's sweetest story To the girl I loved in sunny Tennessee.
As the train drew up at last, old familiar scenes I passed, And I kissed my mother at the station door; But as old friends gathered round, tears on every face I found, And I missed the one I had been longing for. As I whispered, "Mother dear, where is Mary, she's not here All the world seemed lost and sadness came to me, For she pointed to a spot in the churchyard's little lot, Where sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee.
Wm- J. Schmidt, 911 W. North Ave. Balto, Md Publisher of weet [sic] Gems chosen from the cultured cream of Musicalgenius. [sic]
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