Words by Byron D. Stokes, Albion ’13 Music by F.Dudleigh Vernor, Albion ’14
When the world goes wrong as it’s bound to do,
And you’ve broken Dan Cupid’s bow,
And you long for the girl you used to love,
The maid of the long ago.
Why light your pipe, bid sorrow a vaunt,
Blow the smoke from your altar of dreams;
And wreathe the face of your dream girl there,
The love that is just what it seems.
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The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl
Of all the girls I know;
Each sweet co-ed, like a rainbow trail,
Fades in the after glow.
The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair,
Are a blend of the western sky;
And the moonlight beams on the girls of my dreams,
She’s the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
Ev’ry magic breeze wafts a kiss to you
From the lips of your “sweet sixteen.”
And one by one the maids you knew
Bow to your Meerschaum Queen.
As the years drift by on the tides of time,
And they all have forgotten but you,
Then the girl of your dreams the sweeter seems,
She’s the girl who is always true.
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