Title

There's Nothing In the World Like Love / music by Edward Madden; words by Henriette Blanke-Belcher

Authors

Edward Madden
Henriette Blanke-Belcher
Jerome H. Remick and Co. (New York)

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Files

ISBN

MUM00682, 0525

Description

Cover: a man standing at the reception desk a woman is the receptionist ; photo inset of Henriette Blanke-Belcher; Publisher: Jerome H. Remick and Co. (New York)

Subject Headings (Library of Congress)

Songs -- United States -- 20th Century; Popular Music -- United States

Relational Format

music score

Original Format

scores

Original Collection

Sheldon Harris Collection (MUM00682), Archives and Special Collections, University of Mississippi Libraries

Finding Aid

https://egrove.olemiss.edu/finding_aids/322

Lyrics

Lyrics:
First verse
In the life of ev'ry fellow, There are mem'ries rich and mellow, When the world is filled with dreams of rosy hue; There are times when life's a bubble, Filled with sorrow filled with trouble, When he knows tht dreams like those cannot come true. But at last, there comes a meeting, With a woman's tender greeting, When he dreams that she's an angel from above; There's a struggle and a capture, Then a golden hour of rapture, When a fellow finds himself in love. Then the
Chorus
world may laugh or the world may cry, When you know that love is King! Tho' the cold winds blow over Winter's snow, Still it's always golden Spring! And the sun may fade or the moon may die, In the sable skies above; When her heart is true and she loves you, too, There is nothing in the world like love! Then the world may laugh or the world may cry, When you know that love is King! Tho' the cold winds blow over Winter's snow, Still it's always golden Spring! And the sun may fade or the moon may die, In the sable skies above; When her heart is true and she loves you, too, There is nothing in the world like love!
Second verse
There are fancies swift and fleeting, That have set our hearts a-beating, There are roses that have blossomed on our way; There are words of passion spoken, Tender vows as quickly broken, Cupid's tombstones on the road to yesterday. But in time our hearts grow weary For a voice to whisper, Dearie Then we see the love-light we've been dreaming of; And our clouds have silv'ry lining, When the honeymoon is shining, And a fellow meets his own true love. Then the
(Chorus)

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