Part 2 — WEARYIN' FER YOU

Jest a-wearyin' fer you— All the time a-feelin' blue; Wishin' fer you—wonderin' when You'll be comin' home again; Restless—don't know what to do— Jest a-wearyin' fer you!

Keep a-mopin' day by day: Dull—in everybody's way; Folks they smile an' pass along Wonderin' what on earth is wrong; 'Twouldn't help 'em if they knew— Jest a-wearyin' fer you.

Room's so lonesome, with your chair Empty by the fireplace there, Jest can't stand the sight o' it! Go outdoors an' roam a bit: But the woods is lonesome, too, Jest a-wearyin' fer you.

Comes the wind with sounds that' jes' Like the rustlin' o' your dress; An' the dew on flower an' tree Tinkles like your steps to me! Violets, like your eyes so blue— Jest a-wearyin' fer you!

Mornin' comes, the birds awake (Them that sung so fer your sake!), But there's sadness in the notes That come thrillin' from their throats! Seem to feel your absence, too— Jest a-wearyin' fer you.

Evenin' comes: I miss you more When the dark is in the door; 'Pears jest like you orter be There to open fer me! Latch goes tinklin'—thrills me through, Sets me wearyin' fer you!

Jest a-wearyin' fer you— All the time a-feelin' blue! Wishin' fer you—wonderin' when You'll be comin' home again; Restless—don't know what to do— Jest a-wearyin' fer you!

Frank L. Stanton [1857-1927]