Mac Wiseman - Maple on the hill

Near a ^Aquiet country village stood a ^Dmaple on the ^Ahill There I ^Asat with my Jeannette of long a^Ego When the ^Astars were shining brightly we could ^Dhear the whippoor^Awill As we ^Asat beneath the ^Emaple on the ^Ahill

We would ^Asing love songs together when the ^Dbirds had gone to ^Arest And we'd ^Alisten to the murmur of the ^Erill Then you ^Athrow your arms around me laid your ^Dhead upon my ^Achest As we ^Asat beneath the ^Emaple on the ^Ahill

Now we're ^Agetting old and feeble and our ^Dhair is turning ^Agrey We no ^Alonger hear the ripple of the ^Erill Still I ^Aalways love you darling as I ^Ddid those starry ^Anights When we ^Asat beneath the ^Emaple on the ^Ahill

Don't for^Aget me little darling as they ^Dlay me down to ^Arest Will you ^Akeep this final promise that you ^Egave While you ^Alinger there in silence thinking ^Don and of the ^Apast May your ^Ateardrops kiss the ^Eflowers on my ^Agrave

I will ^Asoon be with the angels on that ^Dbright and peaceful ^Ashore Even ^Anow I hear them coming o’er the ^Ehill So, good^Abye my little darlin’ it is ^Dtime for us to ^Apart I must ^Aleave you and the ^Emaple on the ^Ahill