Belle Brandon - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BELLE BRANDON 
'Neath a tree by the margin of a woodland, Whose spreading leafy boughs sweep the grouna, With a path leading thither o'er the prairie, Where silence hung her night garb around; Where oft I have wauder'd in the evening, When the Summer winds were fragrant on the lea, There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon, And we met 'neath the old arbor tree-There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon, And we met 'neath the old arbor tree. 
Belle Brandon was a birdling of the mountain, In freedom she sported on the lea, And they said the life-current of the red-man Tinged her veins, from a far distant sea. And she loved her humble dwelling on the prairie. And her guileless happy heart clung to me, And I loved the little beauty, Belle Brandon, And we both loved the old arbor tree-And I loved the little beauty, Belle Brandon, And we both loved the old arbor tree. 
On the trunk of an aged tree I carved them. And our names on the sturdy oak remain, But I now repair in sorrow to its shelter, And murmur to the wild winds my pain. And I sat there in solitude repining, For the beauty dream night brought to me, Death has wed the little beauty, Belle Brandon, And she sleeps 'neath the old arbor tree-Death has wed the little beauty, Belle Brandon, And she sleeps 'neath the old arbor tree.