Pinwheel of Death

Harry Williams


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Writers Egbert Van Alstyne, Harry Williams

Genres Standard

Recorded 1937

Lyrics THE ORIOLE WITH JOY
WAS SWEETLY SINGING,
THE LITTLE BROOK
WAS BABBLING IT'S TUNE,
THE VILLAGE BELLS AT NOON
WERE GAILY RINGING,
THE WORLD SEEM'D BRIGHTER
THAN A HARVEST MOON.
FOR THERE WITHIN MY ARMS
I GENTLY PRESSED YOU,
AND BLUSHING RED,
YOU SLOWLY TURNED AWAY.
I CAN'T FORGET THE WAY
I ONCE CARESSED YOU,
I ONLY PRAY
WE'LL MEET ANOTHER DAY.
I'VE REALLY COME A LONG WAY
FROM THE CITY,
AND THOUGH MY HEART'S BREAKING
I'LL BE BRAVE.
I'VE BROUGHT THIS BUNCH
OF FLOWERS,
I THINK THEY'RE PRETTY,
TO PLACE
UPON A FRESHLY MOLDED GRAVE.
IF YOU WILL SHOW ME, FATHER,
WHERE SHE'S LYING,
OR IF IT'S FAR,
JUST POINT IT OUT TO ME.
SAID HE,
SHE TOLD US ALL
WHEN SHE WAS DYING
TO BURY HER
BENEATH THE APPLE TREE

IN THE SHADE
OF THE OLD APPLE TREE
WHERE THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES
I COULD SEE.
WHEN THE VOICE THAT I HEARD,
LIKE THE SONG OF THE BIRD,
SEEM'D TO WHISPER
SWEET MUSIC TO ME.
I COULD HEAR
THE DULL BUZZ OF THE BEE,
IN THE BLOSSOMS
AS YOU SAID TO ME,
WITH A HEART THAT IS TRUE,
I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU,
IN THE SHADE OF
THE OLD APPLE TREE.
 


Cowriters: Egbert Van Alstyne