After all that I've been to you / words by Jack Drislane music by Chris Smith
MLA Citation
Smith, Chris, 1879-1949. “After all that I've been to you / words by Jack Drislane music by Chris Smith.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17143. Accessed 10 Dec. 2024.
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Title | After all that I've been to you / words by Jack Drislane music by Chris Smith |
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Subject | Popular music -- 1911-1920 |
Description | Song for voice and piano with version for male quartet (TTBarB) on p. 5 |
Caption title: Illustrated cover in color | |
Creator | Smith, Chris, 1879-1949 |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | New York : Haviland |
Date | circa 1912 |
Contributor | Drislane, Jack, Lyricist. |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00029 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17143 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: You say 'tis the end of love's story |
Date Modified | 2015-07-23 |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu:80/record=b2231020~S9 |
VERSE 01: You say 'tis the end of love's story,/ You say it's our last "good bye";/ Love dies in the youth of its glory,/ To bear it all now I must try./ Our dream of love is now shattered,/ How strange the story all seems,/ Vows to the winds have been scattered,/ And nothing is left of my dreams. CHORUS: After all that I've been to you./ After all of these many years,/ After ev'rything I've gone through,/ After all of our joys and our tears,/ It's the old story told again,/ Of a strange love that cannot be true,/ Now we're drifting apart,/ And you're breaking my heart,/ After all that I've been to you. VERSE 02: 'Tis better we never had met, dear,/ Far better for both, I guess,/ Now why did you ask me to promise,/ And why did I answer you "yes?"/ You do not know how you'll miss me,/ You do not know how I feel,/ I never thought you would leave me,/ And somehow it doesn't seem real. | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 p.) 35 cm |