When the Little of the Vally Bloom Again.

When the Little of the Vally Bloom Again.
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“When the lilles of the valley bloom again.
And the sunbeams kiss the daises on Sear. the hill:
When the birds are singing songs of joy and glad-
In the trees down by the old, old rustic mill;
When When the breath of summer fills the air with per fume.
And the breezes seem to whisper love’s refrain- Then our hearts will heat as one till our walk through life is done.
When the liites of the valley bloom again.

Now the years have passed away. I’m drifting all alone today,
For Madeline’s been gone this many a year,
And we two were never wed; the angels claimed her hand, Instead,
And took from me the one I loved so dear.
Perhaps I’ll find the lilles of the valley bloomingt thore
Where Madeline and I will meet some day.
And perhaps together there we’ll look down on the old place where
I sat beside her years ago to say:
Chorus