I went back to the village town
Up on the schoolhouse playground
which once sheltered you and me
But none were there to greet me, Tom,
and few were left to know
That played with us upon the grass
I stood and gazed upon the tree
where you once carved our names
I loved you then with all my heart
and then has never changed
The tree is old and tired, Tom
It's dying, sure, but slow
Soon it will die, just as you died
The grass is just as green, Tom,
with barefoot boys at play.
with spirits just as gay.
The same old bricks are in the wall,
the bell swings to and fro
And sounds just like it sounded, Tom,
I went up to the churchyard, Tom,
did you know I was there?
And did you hear me prayin', Tom,
we'd meet again somewhere?
You see, I've never married Tom,
And as you know, that beau was you