Beneath the Maple - Stanley Brothers

In a quiet country village stood a maple on the hill

Where I sat with my Geneva long ago

As the stars were shining brightly we could hear the whippoorwill

As we sat beneath the maple on the hill

We would sing love songs together when the birds had gone to rest

We would listen to the murmur o’er the hill

Will you love me, little darling as you did those starry nights

As we sat beneath the maple on the hill

Don’t forget me, little darling when they lay me down to die

Just one little wish, my darling, that I pray

As you linger there in sadness thinking darling of the past

Let your teardrops kiss the flowers on my grave

I will soon be with the angels on that bright and peaceful shore

Even now I hear them coming o’er the hill

So goodbye, my little darling It is time for us to part

I must leave you 'neath the maple on the hill