Lorena Lyrics - Good'le Days: Essential Recordings - John Hartford

The years creep slowly by, Lorena 

The snow is on the grass a gain 

The sun's low down the sky, Lorena 

The frost gleams where the flowers have been 

But my heart beats on as warmly now 

As when the summer days were nigh 

The sun can never dip so low 

Or down affections cloudless sky 

A hundred months have passed, Lorena 

Since last I held that hand in mine 

And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena 

Though mine beat faster far than thine 

A hundred months, 'twas flowery may 

When up the hilly slope we climbed 

To watch the dying of the day 

And hear the distant church bells chime 

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We loved each other then, Lorena 

More than we ever dared to tell 

And what we might have been, Lorena 

Had but our loving prospered well 

But then, 'tis past, the years are gone 

I'll not call up their shadowy forms 

I'll say to them, lost years, sleep on 

Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms 

The story of that past, Lorena 

Alas I care not to repeat 

The hopes that could not last, Lorena 

They lived, but only lived to cheat 

I would not cause them one regret 

To rankle in your bosom now 

For if we try, we may forget 

Were words of thine long years ago 

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Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena 

They burn within my memory yet 

They touched some tender chords, Lorena 

Which thrill and tremble with regret 

'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke 

Thy heart was always true to me 

A duty, stern and pressing, broke 

The tie which linked my soul with thee 

It matters little now, Lorena 

The past is in the eternal past 

Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena 

Life's tide is ebbing out so fast 

There is a future, o, thank God 

Of life this is so small a part 

'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod 

But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart