Lily Dale Lyrics

Lyrics by H.S. Thompson

‘Twas a calm, still night,
And the moon’s pale light
Shone soft o’er hill and vale;
When friends mute with grief
Stood around the deathbed
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale.

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Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly,
Dear Lilly Dale,
Now the wild rose blossoms
O’er her little green grave
‘Neath the trees in the flow’ry vale.
Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly,
Dear Lilly Dale,
Now the wild rose blossoms
O’er her little green grave
‘Neath the trees in the flow’ry vale.

Her cheeks that once glowed
With the rose tint of health,
By the hand of disease
Had turned pale,
And the death damp
Was on the pure white brow
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale.

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I go, she said
To the land of rest,
And ere my strength shall fail,
I must tell you where,
Near my own loved home,
You must lay Lilly Dale.

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‘Neath the chestnut tree,
Where the wild flow’rs grow,
And the stream ripples forth
Thro’ the vale,
Where the birds shall warble
Their songs in spring,
There lay poor Lilly Dale.

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From On the Banks of Plum Creek