JUST LIKE THE IVY I'LL CLING TO YOU
(A J Mills / Harry Castling  1902)




Grandad sat at evenfall
'Neath the dear old garden wall,
Where the ivy was clinging all around;
And a maiden, young and fair,
With blue eyes and golden hair,
Was nestling there beside him on the ground.
"Someday you'll be leaving me
For a sweetheart", the old man sighed,
"Someday be forgetting me",
But with a smile the maid replied -

"Just watch the ivy on that old garden wall,
Clinging so tightly, whate'er may befall;
As you grow older I'll be constant and true,
And just like the ivy, I'll cling to you".

"When the ivy, years ago",
Said the maid, "Began to grow,
Then that old wall supported it with pride.
Now the old wall's in decay,
And is crumbling fast away,
The ivy clings more tightly to its side.
Loving you have ever been,
You have cared for me day by day;
Loving I shall ever be,
And always by your side I'll stay".

"Just watch the ivy on that old garden wall,
Clinging so tightly, whate'er may befall;
As you grow older I'll be constant and true,
And just like the ivy, I'll cling to you".




(Contributed by Peter Akers - January 2016)