The years
Creep slowly by, Lorena
Snow is on the grass again
The sun
Is sinking low, Lorena
Frost is where the flowers have been
The music's sad
And low, Lorena
Happy sounds have left the day
The banjos softly play, Lorena
Where once
They rang so loud and gay
I hardly feel
The cold, Lorena
I pray
This darkness soon will pass
We'll sing
Those songs again, Lorena
You'll be in my arms
At last