Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
Listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Through my memory.
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
There's a long, long trail awinding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams;
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Everywhere I go.
Though 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.