I'm Dreaming of the Days of Long Ago, Copy
 


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“I'm Dreaming of the Days of Long Ago, Copy,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed October 4, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31611.


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Title

I'm Dreaming of the Days of Long Ago, Copy

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Folk songs
Memories--Songs and music
Time--Songs and music
Landscapes--Songs and music

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

I'm Dreaming of the Days of Long Ago

I'm dreaming of the days of long ago,
As the sunshine and the shadows come and go.
I see the orchard and the hill and the little
brook and mill.
As I'm dreaming of the days of long ago.

I'm dreaming of the woodland and the plainly
beaten path
Of the hoot owl and the caw caw of the crow.
I can see the grapevine swing and the bird
upon her wing,
As I'm dreaming of the days of long ago.

I can hear the whippoorwill in the dusky
twilight still,
And the music of the fiddle and the bow,
I turn with the corn mill crank and I hit
old Morgan's flank
As I'm dreaming of the days of long ago.

I can see the timbertwig as it fairly dances
a jig and the sun kidsed apples
Fell down at my feet.
Where the sassafras it growed and the good
old cows they lowed.
I can hear the bob white and the pheasants beat,
I see that old log house and farm and the spinning
of the yarn,
By a hand that vanished like the winter snow.
And her look so tenderly as she often told to me
How I'd ponder on the days of long ago.

Just one more among my dreams
Dearer than them all it seems,
As the sunshine and the shadow come and go
As we stood at that old gate and
He whispered will you wait,
Will you love me when you
Dream of long ago.

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