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作曲 : H.D.L. Webster/J. Philbrick/1857 |
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The years creep slowly by, Lorena, |
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The snow is on the grass again. |
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The sun′s low down the sky, Lorena, |
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The frost gleams where the flowers have been. |
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But the heart throbs on as warmly now, |
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As when the summer days were nigh. |
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Oh, the sun can never dip so low |
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A-down affection's cloudless sky. |
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Oh, the sun can never dip so low |
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A-down affection′s cloudless sky. |
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We loved each other then, Lorena, |
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More than we ever dared to tell; |
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And what we might have been, Lorena, |
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Had but our loving prospered well |
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But then, 'tis past, the years are gone, |
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I'll not call up their shadowy forms; |
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I′ll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on! |
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Sleep on! nor heed life′s pelting storms." |
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I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on! |
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Sleep on! nor heed life′s pelting storms." |
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It matters little now, Lorena, |
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The past is in the eternal past; |
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Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena, |
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Life's tide is ebbing out so fast. |
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There is a Future! O, thank God! |
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Of life this is so small a part! |
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′Tis dust to dust beneath the sod; |
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But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart. |
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′Tis dust to dust beneath the sod; |
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But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart. |
