When the Hawthorn Blooms Again.

When the Hawthorn Blooms Again.
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“I’ll come back, dear, when the year has passed AWEY
I’ll come dack, dear, when the flowers like snow- drifts lay.
Then the little birls will sing and I’ll meet you down the lane,
“I’ll not come back when the hawthorn blooms again.”

A weary year crept slowly by the wedding day drew near.
His promise he would keep to her, she ever would be dear:
But on that day he sent her word which filled her heart with pain.
“‘ll come back, dear, when the hawthorn blooms again.”

The woman now is old and gray, she’s drifting with the tide.
Her wedding gown she dons each year, her bridal vell beside,
And as the day fades into night, she sobs with bit- ter pain.
“He will come back when the hawthorn blooms again.