The Maple On The Hill-Norman Blake

Here upon the quiet country village stood the maple on the hill There I sat with my Jeannie of long ago When the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill As we sat beneath the maple on the hill We would sing love songs together when the birds had gone to rest And we'd listened to the murmur of the leaves Then you throwed your arms around me laid your head upon my chest As we sat beneath the maple on the hill Now we're getting old and feeble and our hair is turning grey We no longer hear the rippling of the leaves Still I always love you darling as I did those stary nights When we sat beneath the maple on the hill Don't forget me little darling as they lay me down to rest Will you keep this final promise that you gave While you linger there in silence thinking only of the past May your teardrops kiss the flowers on my grave Even now i hear the angels coming o'er the hill So goodbye my little darling, yes the time has come to part I must leave you and the maple on the hill