1.
Sing a song of the days that have fled,
Shed a tear o’er the grave of the past;
Give a sigh for the friends that are dead,
Who were loving and true to the last.
Through life’s dreary pathway a rover,
By sorrows and crosses oppressed.
There’s no rest for the heart broken lover
No spot where his feet may find rest.

REFRAIN
Oh, mem’ries that cling to the heart,
Oh pangs that will ne’er pass away,
Thou dear one, though perished thou art,
That rest may be with thee, I pray.

2.
Long ago I was happy and gay,
For I loved and was loved in return;
She was fair as the lily of May,
And as pure as the dew of the morn.
The spoiler’s form shadowed her bower.
And many a soft tale he told.
His smile cast a blight on the flower,
It withered and died in the cold.

REFRAIN
Oh, mem’ries that cling to the heart,
Oh pangs that will ne’er pass away,
Thou dear one, though perished thou art,
That rest may be with thee, I pray.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.