Jack O'Hearts

During and after WWI and II, in the U.S., there was a bit of a counter culture on the streets of New York which were well illuminated by Damon Runyan in his stories which he wrote in the east coast vernacular. The play and movie Guys and Dolls was extracted from many of these stories and I highly recommend any book you can find which is filled with all these stories he wrote about the times. These lyrics were a part of one of his stories, titled, The Lily of St. Pierre. Check out the link and then sing along....

http://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/theresalonglongtrailawinding.htm

There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding

Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
Listening for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
'Til 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;
'Til 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,
Every where I go.
Though' 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

With twenty-five bobs worth a kisses,

The Castle Lady