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 May 29, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31611.


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Title

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

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.

Subject

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

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

8/18/2008

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

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.

Classification Title

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

Document Title

I'm Dreaming of the Days of Long Ago

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

Upload Date

2013-09-26

File name

113_ImDreamingOfTheDaysOfLongAgo_copy_ocr

Transcription Date

2008-08-18

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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