There's a Long Long Trail a-Winding - John McCormack

Nights are growing very lonely,

Days are very long;

I’m a-growing weary only

List’ning for your song.

Old remembrances are thronging

Thro' my memory.

Till it seems the world is full of dreams

Just to call you back to me.

Chorus:

There’s a long, long trail a-winding

Into the land of my dreams,

Where the nightingales are singing

And a white moon beams:

There’s a long, long night of waiting

Until my dreams all come true;

Till the day when I’ll be going down

That long, long trail with you.

All night long I hear you calling,

Calling sweet and low;

Seem to hear your footsteps falling,

Ev’ry where I go.

Tho' the road between us stretches

Many a weary mile.

I forget that you’re not with me yet,

When I think I see you smile.

Chorus:

There’s a long, long trail a-winding

Into the land of my dreams,

Where the nightingales are singing

And a white moon beams:

There’s a long, long night of waiting

Until my dreams all come true;

Till the day when I’ll be going down

That long, long trail with you.