By The Touch Of Her Hand

There are days so dark

That I seek in vain

For the face of my own true love

But the darkness hides

She is there to guide

By the light of the moon above

Oh the lonesome pines

Oh the lonesome pines

Where I met that sweetheart of mine

 

With her hand in mine

And our hearts entwined

As we strolled through the lonesome pines

Bright stars above

Two sweethearts in love

As we sang to the cooing doves

She has brought me back

To that mountain shack

By the touch of her hand in love

Recorded 5/7/35 New York, NY