A lover sat one evening in the pale moonlight
Tomorrow he must go away life’s battles for to fight
He told her that he loved her that he'd return someday
And take her as his darling wife and then he heard her say
Put me in your pocket so I'll be close to you
No more will I be lonesome and no more will I be blue
And when we have to part dear there'll be no sad adieu's
For I'll be in your pocket and I'll go along with you
That evening soon was ended her lover went away
And when at last he did return for the happy wedding day
His sweetheart she was absent to Heaven she had gone
But she left to him her photograph on which she wrote this song
