The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass again
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flow'rs have been
But the heart throbs on as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh
Oh! the sun can never dip so low
Adown affection's cloudless sky
The sun can never dip so low
Adown affection's cloudless sky
A hundred months have pass'd, Lorena
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Tho' mine beat faster far than thine
A hundred months, 'twas flow'ry May
When up the hilly slope we climbed
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bells chimed
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bells chimed
We loved each other then, Lorena
More than we ever dared to tell
And what we might have been, Lorena
Had but our lovings prosper'd well
But then, 'tis past the years are gone
I'll not call up their shadowy forms
I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on!
Sleep on! nor heed, life's pelting storm"
I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on!
Sleep on! nor heed, life's pelting storm"
The story of that past, Lorena
Alas! I care not to repeat
The hopes that could not last, Lorena
They lived, but only lived to cheat
I would not cause e'en one regret
To wrankle in your bosom now
For "if we try, we may forget"
Were words of thine long years ago
For “if we try, we may forget"
Were words of thine long years ago
Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena
They burn within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords, Lorena
Which thrill and tremble with regret
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke
Thy heart was always true to me
A duty stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee
A duty stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee
It matters little now, Lorena
The past is in the eternal Past
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast
There is a Future! O thank God
Of life this is so small a part!
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart