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Maple on the Hill

     Again, all I can say is that I learned "Maple on the Hill" in the mid-1950s. I have no idea where I obtained the words I heard. I did find several versions, all with more of less the same story, but occasionally additional verses occurred and different sequences of verses occurred. I suspect, but am not certain, that the version I learned was sung by J.E. Mainer's Mountaineers, because the version I sing closely matches the words of the Mountaineers words.

Near a quiet and country village
Stood a maple on the hill,
Where I set with my Jennita long ago,
When the stars were shining brightly
We could hear the whippoorwill,
As we set beneath the maple on the hill.

We would sing love songs together
When the birds had gone to rest,
And we'd listen to the murmur of the rill,
Then you'd throw your arms around me,
Lay your head upon my chest,
As we set beneath the maple on the hill.

Now we're getting old and feeble
And our hair is turning gray,
We no longer hear the ripple of the rill,
Still, I'll always love you, darlin',
As I did those starry nights,
As we set beneath the maple on the hill.

Don't forget me, little darlin',
As they lay me down to rest,
Will you keep the final promise that you gave?
While you linger there in silence,
Thinking only of the past,
May your teardrops kiss the flowers on my grave.