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
|
[ piano ]
|
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
|
|
-----------------
|
Maple On The Hill
|
| Hank Locklin |
