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I know it is useless to watch, dear,
You will never return unto me,
And all that I've hoped for and prayed for
Will never be granted, I see.
You will never return unto me,
And all that I've hoped for and prayed for
Will never be granted, I see.
My darling, you know not the anguish
Or half the misery that's mine,
Waiting in vain, with hope deferred,
The return of that smile of thine;
Or half the misery that's mine,
Waiting in vain, with hope deferred,
The return of that smile of thine;
For the gulf grows wider and wider,
And the further you drift, love, the more
I long to recall you, my dearest;
But the past and its hopes are now o'er.
And the further you drift, love, the more
I long to recall you, my dearest;
But the past and its hopes are now o'er.
I am weary of watching and waiting,
Weary of sorrow and strife,
Weary of hoping and praying,
Weary, so weary of life.
Weary of sorrow and strife,
Weary of hoping and praying,
Weary, so weary of life.
For there's nothing for me in this world, Annie,
But the hope of the life to come,
And that quiet and unbroken rest
In the shelter of the tomb.
But the hope of the life to come,
And that quiet and unbroken rest
In the shelter of the tomb.
