Waiting - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WAITING. Copyright, 1867, by H. Millard. Words by Ellen H. Flagg. Music by H. Millard. 
The stars shine on his pathway, The trees bend back their leaves, To guide him to the meadow Among the golden sheaves; Where stand I, longing, loving, And list'ning as I wait The nightingale's wild singing, Sweet singing to its mate; Singing, singing, Sweet singing to its mate. 
The breeze comes sweet from heaven, And music in the air, Heralds my lover's coming And tells me he is there, And tells me he is there. Come, for my arras are empty, Come, for the day was long, Turn the darkness to glory, The sorrow into song. 
I hear his footfall's music, I feel his presence near, All my soul responsive answers And tells me he is here. Oh, stars, shine out your brightest, Oh, nightingale, sing sweet, To guide him to me, waiting, And speed his flying feet; To guide him to me, waiting, And speed his flying feet.