Stephen Foster, 1861
I remember the days of our youth and love,|
When we sat 'neath the green oak tree;
When thy smiles were bright as the skies above,
And thy voice made music unto me.
Never more will come those happy, happy hours,
Whiled away in life's young dawn;
Never more we'll roam
Thro' pleasures' sunny bow'rs,
For our bright, bright summer days are gone.
2. I remember the flow'rs that we cull'd by day,|
And the vows that we made by night;
I remember the brook where we loved to stray
In the bygone days of our delight.
3. How we joyed when we met, and griev'd to part,
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