THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL
(Words: Stoddard King / Music: Alonzo "Zo" Elliott)
1913



Billy Burton & Herbert Stuart - 1915
James Reed & James F. Harrison - 1915
Mr. Ernest Pike - 1916
The Royal Cremona Orch. (Instr.) - 1916
John McCormack - 1917
George Wilton Ballard - 1917
Oscar Seagle & Columbia Stellar Quartette - 1918
Frieda Hempel & The Criterion Quartet - 1918
Riccardo Stracciari & Columbia Stallar Quartette - 1919
Sammy Kaye & His Orch. (Instr.) - 1945
Korn-Kobblers - 1947
Will Starr (Instr.) - 1954
Hi-Fi-4 - 1960
Aquatones - 1960
Billy Vaughn & His Orch. (Instr.) - 1964
Johnny Freeno - 1966
Warren Mitchell - 1967
Knuckles O'Toole - 1974
Carrie Marshall - 2013

Also recorded by:
Marty Gold Children's Chorus; Walter Duncan; Reginald Dixon;
Frank Sinatra & Bing Crosby (Radio Transcript); Thomas Allen;
Jo "Fingers" Carr; Clancy Hayes with Bob Scobey's Frisco Band;
The Kings Men & The MGM Studio Orch; Sons Of The Pioneers;
Ada Reeve; Robert Mandrell, Orch. & Chorus ........... and others.

*** This song was written for a college fraternity banquet at Yale
University when lyricist and composer were both studying there
in 1913. They could not find a publisher in the USA, but, while Zo
Elliott was studying at Trinity College, Cambridge the following
year, he was able to get it published in England. The song then
became very popular with British troops during World War I.




Nights are growing lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary
Only list'ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory,
Thronging till it seems
The world is full of dreams,
Just to call you back to me.

There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile,
Somehow I forget
That you're not with me yet
When I think I see you smile.

There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.



(Contributed by Peter Akers - February 2016)