Here is another version of Linden Tree that I stumbled across. Regards, John

THE LINDEN TREE

Between the well and gateway
There stands, a linden tree.
Of yore beneath its branches
My fancy wandered free,
Its bark with words so tender
My hand has oft o'er laid;
In every joy and sorrow
It drew me to its shade.

Last night, once more I passed it
At hour of deep repose,
And heeding not the darkness
Was fain my eyes to close.
I heard its branches murmur,
I heard its sweet behest?
Come hither, friend beloved,
Here find thy place of rest.

A freezing wind assailed me,
It caused my face to burn,
My hat flew swiftly from me
I had no heart to turn.
I now frequent no longer
That scene of mem'ries fair,
But ever hear the murmur
Sweet peace was thine when there,
I now frequent no longer
That scene of mem'ries fair,
But ever hear the murmur
Sweet peace was thine when there,
Sweet peace was thine when there.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 28-Apr-03.