The Song That Will Never Die - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Song That Will Never Die. Written and composed by J. F. Mitchell. Copyright, 1888, by F. Harding. 
I heard it first in a lowly cot From the lips of a peasant bride; Her voice was full of melody, That she sang with a joyous pride. I saw the husband return from toil. And he stood in the porch to hear The loving song that his young wife sang, In a voice that was low and clear. 
Chorus. And the same sweet song has been ever sung, In each land beneath the sky; And the sweetest Bona in the mother tongue, Is the song that will never die. 
I heard it next in the gilded halls, Of a palace grand and rare, And sweeter far than the siren's song Came its burden on the air. It brought me back to the happy times, And I lived it o'er again, When my mother folded a sleeping child, While staging the sweet old strain.