Poems (Bell)/After Many Years
AFTER MANY YEARS.Song to J. M.
Since last we met
Many years have passed away,
And we meet now as lovers no more;
But we never will forget
Those bright days that have passed,
Nor the many good old times we had of yore.
Many years have passed away,
And we meet now as lovers no more;
But we never will forget
Those bright days that have passed,
Nor the many good old times we had of yore.
We have both met and loved
Other dear ones since then,
Thro' other paths do we rove,
But we never will forget
The bright times that have been
Or the moonlight in the old pine grove.
Other dear ones since then,
Thro' other paths do we rove,
But we never will forget
The bright times that have been
Or the moonlight in the old pine grove.
Your form now is bent
And your hair is tinged with grey,
And there's furrows on your once smooth brow,
But your eyes still are bright
And your voice still is sweet
As when you pledged to me that solemn vow.
And your hair is tinged with grey,
And there's furrows on your once smooth brow,
But your eyes still are bright
And your voice still is sweet
As when you pledged to me that solemn vow.
Old mem'ries stir our hearts,
Old songs recall the scenes
That we both would fain forget,
But when we think of the present
And the ones that we have chosen.
We find there is nothing to regret.
Old songs recall the scenes
That we both would fain forget,
But when we think of the present
And the ones that we have chosen.
We find there is nothing to regret.