In the doorway of a cottage
Where the walls are gently blue,
Stands a maiden and her lover hand in hand;
He was only a common soldier,
Bidding her his last farewell,
As he came to ask her mother for her hand.
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart,
Though the years may come and go,
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart, only you;
Though you send no sign or token,
May your heart be never broken,
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart, only you.
Years have passed and that little cottage
Stands no longer gay or bright,
And the roses have extended in full bloom;
Stands a maiden in that cottage,
Growing old and feeble now,
The colour of her hair is turning grey.
She is watching, she is waiting,
And her head is bending down,
She is waiting for her soldier boy in brown.
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart,
Though the years may come and go,
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart, only you;
Though you send no sign or token,
May your heart be never broken,
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart, only you.
I'll be waiting for you, sweetheart, only you.