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Music by E. Z. Haskell. Baltimore: James E. Magruder, 1855. American Sheet Music, The Library of Congress. |
Gentle zephyrs blow ye lightly O'er the place where sleeps the dead: While the moon-beams shining brightly Hover round the narrow bed; CHORUS For where yonder Ivy creeps, Is the place where Eva sleeps, For where yonder Ivy creeps, Is the place where Eva sleeps. Angel wings have borne her spirit To a purer land above, Where the blest for'eer inherit All the Father's holy love. And when love its vigil keeps, In the grave sweet Eva sleeps And when love its vigil keeps In the grave sweet Eva sleeps. When the night of death came o'er her, And her eyes began to close, Happy dreamings went before her Calling her to sweet repose; And she fell in slumber deep, Leaving us below to weep, And she fell in slumber deep, Leaving us below to weep, Then we laid her little fi[n]gers Quietly across her breast, Often now her mem'ry li[n]gers, As if by divine behest; And tho' her reward she reaps, We will mourn her while she sleeps, And tho' her reward she reaps, We will mourn her while she sleeps, Then sweet zephyrs blow ye lightly, O'er that sacred hallow'd spot, Where the moonbeams sparkle brightly, Ah it cannot be forgot. For where yonder Ivy creeps, Is the place where Eva sleeps, For where yonder Ivy creeps, Is the place where Eva sleeps |