Writer(s): Raymond B. Egan / Richard Whiting, 1918
There’s a song in the land of the lily,
Each sweetheart has heard with a sigh,
Over high garden walls, this sweet echo falls,
As a soldier whispers goodbye.
Though goodbye means the birth of a teardrop,
Hello means the birth of a smile.
And the smile will erase the tear blighting trace,
When we meet in the after a while:
Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu,
When the clouds roll by, I’ll come to you,
Then the skies will seem more blue
Down lovers’ lane, my dearie,
Wedding bells will sing so merrily
Every tear will be a memory,
So wait and pray each night for me
Till we meet again.