Lorena

The years creep slowly by Lorena Snow is on the grass again The sun is sinking low, Lorena Frost is where the flowers have been The music's sad and low, Lorena Happy sounds have left the day The banjos softly play, Lorena Where once they rang so loud and gay I hardly feel the cold, Lorena I pray this darkness soon will pass We'll sing those songs again, Lorena You'll be in my arms at last