When I'm dead, and gone from you, darling, When I'm laid away in my grave, When my spirit has gone to heaven above, To Him whom my soul will save, - When you are happy and gay, once more, Thinking of the days that have been, This sweet little wish I ask of you: See that my grave's kept green!
Chorus. - Oh, the days will come to you, darling, When on earth no more I'll be seen; One sweet little wish, darling, grant me: See that my grave's kept green.
Tho' the hours of joy now are passing, Yet how soon, alas, they will fade! Tho' your glances of love are meeting my own, Fair sunlight will turn to shade; When from the world and its hopes I go, Leaving forever this scene, Tho' others are dear, ah! will you, then, See that my grave s' [sic] kept green?
Will you keep me, love, in remembrance? Tho' the voice of chiding be heard, And while others may speak in censure or blame Yet breathe no unkindly word. Tell me you'll think of the happy past, Think of the joys we have seen - This one little promise keep for me, See that my grave's green.
Edward Rankle, STANDARD SONG PUBLISHER, No. 365 Mulberry Street, Baltimore.
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