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SCOTT WISEMAN:
This song was written in 1939 when LuLu Belle and I spent a year at radio station WLW, Cincinnati. In our guest room at home when I was a child there was a fancy old cup and saucer which sat on the dresser. The phrase "Remember Me" was on the cup in fancy gold lettering. We children were not allowed to touch this momento [sic] of the sentimental Gay Nineties, somehow connected with the courtship of Mother and Dad. Feeling a bit homesick and sentimental during the bustle of radio shows and road trips, I "made up" the song while riding in the car to personal appearance jobs. The lyric was not intended to apply to any particular person.

Letters to Dorothy Horstman, Apr 8/Aug 8, 1973; reprinted in Dorothy Horstman, Sing Your Heart Out, Country Boy, New York, 1976, p. 191.

Remember Me
(Scott Wiseman)

CHORUS:
Remember me when the candle lights are gleaming,
Remember me at the close of a long, long day.
It would be so sweet when all alone I'm dreaming
Just to know you still remember me.

The sweetest songs belong to lovers in the gloaming,
The sweetest days are days that used to be.
The saddest words I ever heard were words of parting
When you said "Sweetheart, remember me."

You told me once that you were mine alone forever
And I was yours till the end of eternity.
But all those vows are broken now, and we will never
Be the same except in memory.

A brighter face may take my place when we're apart, dear,
A sweeter smile, a love more bold and free.
But in the end, fair weather friends may break your heart, dear.
If they do, sweetheart, remember me.

VERSION #2 (as performed by Bob Dylan)

The sweetest songs are sung by lovers in the moonlight,
The sweetest days are the days that used to be.
The saddest words I ever heard were words of parting
When you said "Sweetheart, remember me."

CHORUS:
Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin',
Remember me at the close of a long, long day.
Just be so sweet when all alone you're dreamin'
Just to know you still remember me.

A brighter face may take my place when we're apart, dear,
A brighter smile an' a love more bold and free.
But in the end, fair weather friends may break your heart, dear.
An' if they do, sweetheart, remember me.

You told me once you were mine alone forever,
You were mine till the end of eternity.
But now it's over, dear, and we can never
Be the same except in memory.

Clint