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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 261 |
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And the corn is green again ; But I miss the soft clasp of your hand,
And your breath, warm on my cheek, And I still keep list'nin' for the words
You never more will speak.
'Tis but a step down yonder lane,
And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary;
I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary,
And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling ! down to sleep
With your baby on your breast.
I'm very lonely now, Mary,
For the poor make no new friends: But, oh ! they love the better still,
The few our Father sends ' And you were all / had, Mary —
My blessin' and my pride ! There's nothin' left to care for now,
Since my poor Mary died.
Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary,
That still kept hoping on When the trust in God had left my soul, ^ And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip
And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same,
Though you cannot hear rne now. |
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