The Book of Scottish Song/She left us

by William Knox

She left us.

[William Knox.]

She left us when spring-time
Had painted the plain,
And promis'd in autumn
To see us again.

Long, long seem'd the summer
When she was away,
And we sigh'd for the woodlands
And flowers to decay.

The tree at our window
Had scatter'd its leaves,
And the swallow had left us
That sung from the eaves,

When we thought of her promise
To see us again,
And long'd for her coming;
But all was in vain.

She left us in spring-time
In health and in joy,
But the breezes of autumn
Had blown to destroy.

We saw the long fun'ral
Come over the plain,
And the voice that could cheer us
Can cheer not again.

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