Where Lindens Bloom - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WHERE LINDENS BLOOM. Copyright, 1890, by Willis Woodward & Co. Poetry by Francis Bennoch. Music by Percy G. Mocatto. 
Come, come, come! you know where the lindens bloom! Come, come, comet and drink of their sweet perfume! Come, meet me, beloved, beneath the shade, When day into night begins to fade. A time for wooers and wooing made Is twilight's deepening gloom-come, come, come! Come, come, come! You Know where the lindens bloom! Come, come, cornel My sweetest one, come-ah, come! 
Wait, wait, wait! I will come unto thee betimes; Wait, wait, wait! I will come with the evening chimes; I will come when shimmering up the sky The wavering light retreats on high, And dark'ning shadows In veiling lie Beneath the odorous limes-wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait! I will come unto thee betimes; Wait, wait, wait! Beloved one, wait-ah, want 
Here, here, here! My beautiful, met at last; Here, here, beret My sheltering arm thou hast; The storms of life may fiercely blow. And sorrow in surging tides may flow; Whatever may come-come joy, come woe-Thy refuge is my breast-here, here, here! Here, here, here! My beautiful, met at last; Here, here, here! Thy refuge forever is here!