Country Courtship, Herbert Wilson Foster (1895)
Country Courtship, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Within your tender heart is there some doubt,
Of your love of me or my love of you?
A yearning love for you there is no drought,
The fire you lit runs in me through and through.
My hand I put forward asking for yours.
Your choice made be free as these great outdoors.
Knowing that you can open many doors,
Pray hands be joined under the sycamores.
Don’t know what to us the future may bring,
But each day my love of you shall I sing,
Every morning shall be another spring,
If you decide to wear my wedding ring.
In this life I have but one aching fear,
That your two hearts unable to be near.