“Goodnight! goodnight!” Our last “goodnight!” To some these words seem sad, But in this case they’re quite the reverse; They seem to make us glad. Our hearts they are not heavy, No tears to dim our sight. ’Tis with a kiss and loving smile We breathe our last “goodnight.”
We speak again, our last “goodnight,” And seal it with a kiss. We’ve parted--yes, we’ve parted, Yet both are filled with bliss. Our last “goodnight” we’ve whispered, And yet our hearts are light. A fond embrace, a loving kiss And then we said “goodnight.”
You think it strange we’re happy, Yet the world ne’er seemed so bright, And though she’s all the world to me, We said our last “goodnight.” These sad words I have whispered To the one that I adore, But tomorrow is our wedding day; We’ll say “goodnight” no more.
He’s tall, handsome; eyes of blue; Her gentleman friend. A careless swing, but his heart is true, Her gentleman friend. Every night at the hour of eight She’ll lightly trip to the garden gate, And there with throbbing heart await Her gentleman friend.
She’ll calmly gaze through the dewy night For her gentleman friend. Then down the lane who dawns in sight? Her gentleman friend. As he comes near her eyes they glow; Their hearts with love now overflow. Who says he loves this little girl so? Her gentleman friend.
Whose mellow voice has a silvery tone? Her gentleman friend. Who tells her he loves her alone? Her gentleman friend. Who, with a kiss and a fond caress, Asks her his future life to bless? To whom does she softly answer “yes”? Her gentleman friend.
I hug him closely to my breast, I smooth his golden curls. I’m happy when I’m with him, And proud as any earl. When I ask, “Whose boy are you?” He’ll drop his little toy, And running to my arms will cry, “I’s oo boy.”
See his eyes jump with delight When he is on my knee; The world is full of sunshine Since he has come to me. My happiness is quite complete, My peace none could destroy, When I hear his sweet lips murmur, “I’s oo boy.”
He is just sixteen months old; He can say “Mama;” Rub his eyes when sleepy And just lisp, “Papa.” As he bears us these little words It fills our hearts with joy. This is all he knows, except, “I’s oo boy.”
I’ve been thinking of the many things That’s happened since we met; Of the many, many happy days That I will not forget. With my sweetheart in the mountains And out upon the plain, In the country and the city, In the sunshine and the rain. Thinking of the kisses stolen And the kisses you returned, The latter, dear, upon my lips, Indelibly are burned. Thinking, dear, of love’s sweet nothings We’d to each other say, And how we’d sit in silence, Holding hands ’most every day, Thinking of the happiness we’ve had ’Till now I can not see Another girl in all the world That looks so good to me, As my sweetheart in the country, Who stole from me my heart. And then the cruel hour arrived-- The time we had to part.