Under the Willow She's Sleeping

A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

Under The Willow She’s Sleeping.

Under the willow she’s laid with care—
Sang a lone mother while weeping;
Under the willow with golden hair,
My little one’s quitely sleeping.

Under the willow no song is heard,
Near where my darling lies dreaming,
Naught but the voice of some far-off bird,
Where life and its pleasures are beaming
Fair, fair, and golden, &c

Under the willow by night and day,
Sorrowing ever I ponder;
Free from its shadowy, gloomy ray,
Ah! never again can she wander.
Fair, fair, and golden, &c.

Under the willow I breathe a prayer,
Longing to linger forever;
Near to my angel with golden hair,
In lands where there’s sorrow never.
Fair, fair, and golden, &c.

A. W. AUNER’S CARD AND JOB PRINTING ROOMS, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.

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