The Riverside song book/Don't be sorrowful Darling

by Alice Cary

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DON’T BE SORROWFUL, DARLING.

Alice Cary. J. P. Webster.

1. Ah, don't be sor- row - ful dar - ling, And

2. We are old folks now, my dar - ling, Our

3. And God is God, my dar - ling, Of

don't be sor - row - ful, pray, . . . .

heads they are grow - ing gray, . . . .

night as well as of day, . . . .

tak - ing the year to - geth-er, my dear, There

tak - iug the year all a - round, my dear, You will

feel and know that we can go, Wher -

isn't more night than day! . . . ’Tis rain - y

al - ways find the May! . . . We have had our

ev - er He leads the way. . . . Aye, God of the

weath-er, my dar - ling, . . Time's waves, they heav - i - ly

May, my dar - ling, . . And our ros - es, long a -

night, my dar - ling— Of the night of death, so

run, . . . . . But tak - ing the year to -

go, . . . . . And the time of the year is

grim!. . . . . The gate that leads out of

geth-er, my dear, There is n’t more cloud than sun! . .

com-ing, my dear, For the si - lent night and the snow!. .

life, good wife, Is the gate that leads to Him. . .

Chorus.

Then, don't be sor - row-ful, dar- ling, . . Don't be

sor - row - ful, pray; . . . For, tak - ing the year to -

geth-er, my dear. There is n’t more night than day. . .