In the dear old house tonight;
Tho' the room is warm and cozy
And the lights are clear and bright.
Yet, I cannot keep from thinking
Of a night so long ago;
When you and I were here together
And the lights were dim and low.
And you told me that you loved me
And you pressed me to your breast;
And within your arms I rested
But, I can't recall the rest.
For the sandman, too, was wooing
And I yielded to his charms;
And for one sweet hour or longer
Slept within your loving arms.
It was within this same room, dear
That the words were spoken low;
That bound our heart together
In the dear, old long ago.
Yes, tonight, I am sad and lonely
For your face I cannot see;
But wherever you are tonight, dear
I know you are thinking of me.
So why should I be sad, dear?
You are true to me, I know,
And you love me the same you did, dear,
In the days of long ago.
©circa late 1950's Carrie E. Joslin