Lorena

Oh the years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the ground again.
The sun flows down the sky, Lorena.
The frost gleams where the flowers have been,

But the heart beats on its warbling now.
As when the summer days were nigh.
For the sun can never dip so low
a down affections from the sky.

A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held thy hand in mine,
And felt thy pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster more than thine.

A hundred months twas cloudy May
When up the hellish load we climb
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bell chime

We loved eachother then, Lorena,
Far more than we ever dared to tell.
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our loving cross fared well.

But then, tis past the years your gone
Our lord call up their shadowy forms
I say to them lost "Here sleep on,
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storm"

It matters little now, Lorena
The past is in the eternal past
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena
Life's time is ebbing oh so fast

There is a future, Oh thank God
Of life, this is so small a part
Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
Up there, up there tis heart to heart.