At The Golden Gate - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
AT THE GOLDEN GATE. Copyright, 1886, by Root & Cady. Words from "Home Journal" Music by Edgar G. Spinning. 
Oh, don't you remember the corn, Bell Blair, That waved in the Autumn breeze; Like the peaceful flow of a mother's prayer, Or the swell of the singing seas. And bow when the harvest time came on, We hid in the golden sheaves, To wait for the coming of gentle John From under the low barn eaves? To wait for the coming of gentle John From under the low barn eaves? 
I am not ashamed that I loved John Dean, For his heart is pure and true; Though the flow'rs he cull'd in the Spring time green, Were always given to you; And you crushed them under your feet, Bell Blair, As he lovingly turned away; But I gathered them up to my heart and there They are all abloom to-day; But I gathered them up to my heart and there They are all abloom to-day. 
Ah! well I remember the roses borne With his beautiful love for thee, How he freed their stem of the faintest thorn, And the briers were given to me; They are all I shall ever ask, Bell Blair, For I know my brier will bloom To a fragrant flower for my soul to wear, For I smell its hushed perfume; T6 a fragrant flower for my soul to wear, For I smell its hushed perfume. 
Sometimes when the shadowy mist uncurls From the path my soul will tread, And the rose unfolds 'mid the eddying whirls Of the snow around my head. And now when the harvest times comes on, In heaven I shall gladly wait And watch for the coming of angel John At the beautiful golden gate; And wait for the coming of angel John At the beautiful golden gate.