Here a quiet country village stands a maple on the hillWhere I sat with my Jeanette long agoAnd the stars were shining brightly and we heard the whippoorwillAs we sat beneath the maple on the hillWe would sing love songs together when the birds had gone to restAnd we'd listen to the murmur of the rillThen I'd fold my arms around her, lay my head upon her breastAs we sat beneath the mapleOn the hillWe were wedded in the summer and we settled down for lifeBuilt a home mid the flowers by the rillAnd each evening just at twilight we would take the children alongAnd we'd sit beneath the maple on the hillWe all sang love songs together when the birds had gone to restWe are getting old and feeble yet the stars are shining brightAs we listen to the murmur of the rillWill you always love me, darling, as you did that sorry nightWhen we sat beneath the maple on the hillWill you think of me, my darling, when they lay meDown to restTis a little wish, oh darling, grant me praiseAs you linger there in sadness thinking of the golden pastLet your tears kiss the flowers on my graveWe will soon be with the angels on that bright and peaceful shoreEven now I hear the rillThem comingOn the hillSo goodbyeMy little darlingFor my timeHas come to goI must leave youAnd the mapleOn the hill