'Neath The Old Cherry Tree Sweet Marie
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne
Words by Harry H. Williams
Published 1907

[Verse 1]
The drow-sy ro-bin to his mate was call-ing,
The sun was slow-ly sink-ing in the West,
The creep-ing shad-ows to the East were fall-ing,
'Twas then I felt a throb with-in my breast,

For then it was with you I used to wan-der,
And court you in the good old fash-ioned way,
But now I sit a-lone at night and pon-der,
And won-der if we'll meet an-oth-er day.

[Chorus]
'Neath the old cher-ry tree, sweet Ma-rie,
Where you first gave your heart, love, to me,
Not a word did you say, But as you turned a-way
I could see, sweet Ma-rie, I could see,

Though your lips were as still and as red
As the cher-ries that hung o-ver head
Both your eyes told me well, What your lips dared not tell,
'Neath the old cher-ry tree, sweet Ma-rie.

[Verse 2]
In lone-li-ness I turn the pic-ture o-ver,
And in my mind I see you paint-ed there,
As fresh to-night as were the stems of clo-ver,
I wove in to the tan-gle of your hair

Per-haps an-oth-er sits be-neath the tree, dear,
Per-haps you're tell-ing him you love him too,
Or may-be you have saved a thought of me, dear,
And dreamed I might a-gain be there with you.

[Repeat Chorus]