Waiting At The Farm-house Door - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Waiting at the Farm-House Door. Copyright, 1890, by Willis Woodward & Co. By E. S. Phelps. 
When the bloom was on the orchards, Bess and I came home from school, Ling'ring on the bridge together, throwing pebbles in the pool, Wond'ring why the ripples widened, till the small ones touched the shore: Bess kissed me and I kissed Bessie, waiting at the farm-house door-Bess kissed me And I kissed Bessie, wailing at the farm-house door. 
Chorus. Gentle Bessie, tender, loved one, tales like this were told before, Truer hearts have never waited, wailed at the farm-house door. 
Time has changed since then to sorrow, and the seasons waxed and waned, You at rest And I still toiling: that was all to me remained: Yet when evening stars are shining, and your face I see no more, Still am I in sadness waiting, waiting at the farm-house door-Still am I in sadness waiting, waiting at the farm-house door.-Chorus.