The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass again
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the
But the heart throbs on as
As when the summer days were nigh
Oh, the sun can never dip so low
A hundred months have passed,
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt the pulse beat fast,
Though mine beat faster far than thine
When up the hilly slope we climbed
Oh, to watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church
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 there, up there, 'tis heart to heart