WHERE THE
HONEYSUCKLES
GROW.
Words & Music by A. S. Josselyn. Price of Music 40 Cents.
When the twilight hour is fading with its splendor,
And the little stars above commence to shine,
Then there's one whose heart is ever true and tender,
Who will meet me when the clock is striking nine;
Oh, how happy will I be, when my darling one I see,
For she promised that she'd meet me by the hillside,
Near the place where the honeysuckles grow;
Her hair is a golden hue, [break]
And her eyes are violet blue, [break]
Oh, how happy will I be, when my darling one I see,
For she promised that she'd meet me by the hillside,
Near the place where the honeysuckles grow.
Since the day I first adored her,
I have oftentimes implored her
To return the heart she stole away so slyly,
In the springtime not very long ago;
Oh I never shall forget, how our lips in kisses met,
As we strolled along together by the hillside,
Near the place where the honeysuckles grow;
Of the jewels that are rare, [break]
None with her can compare, [break]
Oh, how happy will I be, when my darling one I see,
For she promised that she'd meet me by the hillside,
Near the spot where the honeysuckles grow.
P. J. Dennis, 303 N. Eutaw Street, Baltimore.
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