On a Sunday Morn, sat a maid forlorn, With her
sweet-heart by her side; Thro' the window pane, she looked
at the rain, " We must stay home Joe, " she cried; There's a
picnic too, at the Old Point View, It's a shame it rained to-
day, Then the boy drew near, kissed away each tear, And she
heard him softly say.
" How I long, " she sighed, " for a trolley ride, Just to
show my brand new gown, " Then she gazed on high with a
gladsome cry, for the sun came shining down. And she
looked so sweet, on the big front seat, As the car sped on its
way, And she whispered low, " Say, you're all right Joe, You just
won my heart today. "
" Wait 'till the sun shines, Nellie, When the clouds go
drifting by, We will be happy Nellie, Don't
you sigh; Down lover's lane we'll wander,
Sweethearts you and I; Wait 'till the sun shines
Nellie, Bye and bye. " bye. "