Jasper County Democrat, Volume 21, Number 85, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 January 1919 — THERE’S A LONG, LONG TRAIL. [ARTICLE]

THERE’S A LONG, LONG TRAIL.

Nights are growing very lonely, Days are very long, I’m a growing weary only List’ning for your qong. Old remembrances are thronging Thro’ my memory, Till it seems the world Us full of dreams Just to call you back to me. Chorus There’s a long, long trail a winding, Into the land of my dreams, Where the' night-in-gales are singing, And a white moon beams; There’s a long, long, night of waiting, Until all’my dreams all come true; Till the day when I’ll be going down That long, long trhil with you. All night long I hear you calling, Calling sweet and low, Seem to hear your footsteps falling Everywhere I go. Tho’ the road between us stretches Many a weary mile, I forget that you’re not with me yet When I think I see you, smile.