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 LORENA 
 
     G                        C
 The years creep slowly by, Lorena
     D                     G  
 The snow is on the grass again. 
     G                         C   
 The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
     D                                   G 
 The frost gleams where the flow'rs have been. 
 
         Em                        D (Am)
 But the heart throbs on as warmly now
    Bm (B7)                         Em
 As when the summer days were nigh. 
 D       G                    C
 Oh, the sun can never dip so low
   D                          G 
 A-down affection's cloudless sky. 

A hundred months has passed, Lorena
Since last I held that hand in mine.
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beats 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.

We loved each other then, Lorena.
More than we ever dared to tell.
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our lovings prospered well.

But then, 'tis part. The years are gone,
I'll not call up their shadowy forms.
I'll say to them, lost years, 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 e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom, now.
For if we try, we may forget,
Were words of thine long years ago.

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 that 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, Oh thank God.
Of life, this is so small a part.
Tis dust to dust beneath the sod.
But then, up There is heart to heart.

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