After the sun has set : waltz song / words and music by L. B> Smith
MLA Citation
Smith, L. B. “After the sun has set : waltz song / words and music by L. B> Smith.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31386. Accessed 7 Nov. 2024.
Tags
Title | After the sun has set : waltz song / words and music by L. B> Smith |
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Subject | Songs with guitar |
Waltzes | |
Popular music -- To 1901 | |
Songs with piano | |
Description | For voice and guitar |
Caption title | |
"Popular compositions for 1st & 2nd mandolin with words"--Cover | |
Back cover: "Advertisement for three books varying combinations of guitar and voice, 1st & 2nd mandolins, and piano accompaniment | |
Cover illustration of a statue of a woman blowing a long thin horn | |
Creator | Smith, L. B |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | Cleveland, O. : The Smith & White Co. |
Date | 1899? |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00779 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31386 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: Down in a cottage close by a stream |
First line of chorus: Come when the stars are shining | |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2296931~S9 |
VERSE 01: Down in a cottage close by a stream/There dwells a maiden, fair as a queen/Bright flowers are blooming near an old oak tree/Oft’ of an evening here she’d wait for me/We had a quarrel ‘neath that grand old oak/I left in anger, harsh words I spoke/But she forgave me, true I knew she’d be/For this is the message that came o’er the phone to me. CHORUS: Come when the stars are shining,/Come when the moon is bright,/Come when the lights are gleaming,/Come in the shade of night,/I will be there to greet you,/Your cruel words I’ll forget,/Come all alone, I’ll be at home,/After the sun has set. VERSE 02: Down to that cottage soon I will go/She will be waiting, watching I know/There in the twilight ‘midst the flow’rs so grand/I’ll ask her father for her pretty hand/I will not take her from her parents’ side/Nor from that cottage when she’s my bride/But in the evening, when from care I’m free/Then I will remember the message she sent to me. | |
Original Format | 1 score (3 unnumbered pages) 35 cm |