by George A. Yesthal
Would you await, dear heart
In the early morning’s glowing
By the meadow long for me
With the sleepy cattle lowing.
All along the wayside
And by the coursing river wide
I shall come a rolling home
For alas I have, in battle died.
But e’en if I shall bend and fall
My spirit heeds the loving call
Of your sweet beck, I shall return
In spring when the sweetgrass is tall.
And we shall join a merry dance
And I will take your lovely hand
To kiss once more then I shall leave
To touch no more the loam and land.
Should you in quiet evening hear
A soft ‘I love you’ brush your ear
‘Tis only me drawn back to you
So shed for me no mournful tear.
But tell my tale, my lot and lore
And miss me not forever more
For I shall wait for you away
Upon the distant shining shore.
Upon the shining shore
Upon the shining shore…