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 banjos softly play, 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
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