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 banjo’s softly playing 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