Under the clear moonlight,
Under the clear moonlight.
The Little Low Room where I Courted my Wife.
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, publisher of the music.
My brow is seam’d o’er with the iron of years,
And the snow threads are gleaming the furrows among,
My eyes have grown dim in the shadow of tears,
Where the flowers of my soul have died as they sprung,
But memory bears to me on its broad wings