When The Harvest Days Are Done

When the Harvest Days Are Done
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Near the fireside so cheerful
He la dreaming of the days of long ago,
And in fancy he is roaming
With his sweetheart in the glouming
Near the fireside so cheerful
Sits and old man sad and tearful;
He is dreaming of the days of long ago,
And in fancy he is roaming
With his sweetheart in the goaming

As he spoke the words that set her cheeks aglow- By the brook down in the meadow, In the willow’s gentle shadow
There they planned their future happiness one day
When the sun set in its splendor Then his voice grew soft and tender, As he gently took her in his arms to sayı

Chotus-
vouried rabbi
“When the harvest days are over Jessie dear, And the sun kissed flowers bloom ‘neath sky so clear, You will keep the words you said: That’s the time we two shall wed- When the harvest days are over, Jessie dear”

Now the fire, once bright, is dying
As he alts there softly sighing-
For his fancy takes him down a country lane
Past the old schoolhouse he’s strolling
And he hears the church bells toiling
As he kneels beside his Jarling’s grave again;
All in white she’s gently sleeping
All in black he’s softly weeping
For the one who was to be his wife some day!
But Death took him there to greet her
And in heaven some day he’ll meet her
Like the fire in the grate he passed away
Chorus