Maple on the Hill

Here upon the quiet country village stood the maple on the hill

There I sat with my Geneva long ago

When the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill

As we sat beneath the maple on the hill

We would sing love songs together when the birds had gone to rest

And we’d listened to the murmur of the leaves

Then you’d throw your arms around me lay your head upon my chest

As we sat beneath the maple on the hill

Now we’re getting old and feeble and our hair is turning gray

We no longer hear the rippling of the leaves

Still I always love you darling as I did those starry nights

When we sat beneath the maple on the hill

Don’t forget me little darling as they lay me down to rest

Will you keep this final promise that you gave

While you linger there in silence thinking only of the past

May your teardrops kiss the flowers on my grave