TOBACCO LEAVES 



Of the rare old days of my golden 



youth, 



When the tide of hope ran high. 

 I dream of a face that was fair to see, 



Of a voice that was sweet to hear, 

 Of a hand that was warm in the grasp of 



love, 

 Of a heart that to mine was dear. 



I dream of the time when the whisp'ring 



wind 



Brought legends of joy to me, 

 When my soul was blind to the cares of 



life, 



And my spirit-pulse beat free; 

 Of a time when the sound of a rippling 



laugh 



Was the music that woke each day, 

 When the gladsome smile of the mate of 



my heart 

 Drove ev'ry shadow away. 



