The Tryst - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE TRYST. Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co., Words by Jessie Villars. Composed by Waldten Pegg. 
The bright moon flings her beams across the bay, the stars are peeping one by one, And waiting by the trysting-path; I wonder will my darling come; The night wind low is sighing thro' the tree a plaintive, mournful lay, The silv'ry wavelets lap the pebbly beach, flowing on for aye; The silv'ry wavelets lap the pebbly beach, flowing on for aye. 
Flow on, O silv'ry waves; flow on forevermore; Tides will ebb And flow e'en when life is o'er; Hoses may bloom and fade, stars may cease to shine, But, 0, thou silv'ry waves flow on thro' all time. 
She's coming now; her step is like the fawn; her white dress flitting thro' the I hear a fragment of an old, old song, borne upon the breeze; [trees; Her soft, white band is clasped within mine own, we wander by the shore; To the wild waves' music lovers true may hear when we are no more; To the wild waves' music lovers true may hear when we are no more. 
Flow on, O silv'ry waves; flow on forevermore; Tides will ebb And flow e'en when life Is o'er; Roses may bloom and fade, stars may cease to shine. But, O, thou silv'ry waves flow on through all time; But, O, thou silv'ry waves flow on through all time.