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