Ten years have we been parted: The living and
the dead——
I cannot come to your grave a thousand miles away
To converse with you and whisper my longing;
And even if we did meet
I dreamed I had suddenly returned to our old home
And saw you sitting there before the familiar dressing table,
We looked at each other in silence,
With misty eyes beneath the candle light.
May we year after ye
I cannot come to your grave a thousand miles away
To converse with you and whisper my longing;
And even if we did meet
I dreamed I had suddenly returned to our old home
And saw you sitting there before the familiar dressing table,
We looked at each other in silence,
With misty eyes beneath the candle light.
May we year after ye