by Stoddart King (1889 - 1933)
There's a long, long trail a‑winding
Language: English
Nights are growing very lonely, Days are very long; I'm a-growing weary only List'ning for your song. Old remembrances are thronging Thro' my memory. Thronging till it seems The world is full of dreams Just to call you back to me. There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a 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 The long, long trail with you. All night long I hear you calling, Calling sweet and low; Seem to hear your footsteps falling Ev'rywhere I go. Tho' the road between us stretches Many a weary mile. Somehow I forget That you're not with me yet When I think I see you smile. There's a long, long trail a-winding ...
Authorship:
- by Stoddart King (1889 - 1933) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Zo (Alonzo) Elliott (1891 - 1964), "There's a long, long trail a-winding", published 1913. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
This text was added to the website: 2005-01-12
Line count: 27
Word count: 143