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Lorena ( in G)
(G) The years creep (C) slow- (G) ly by, (D7) Lo - (C) re - na,
The (D7) snow (C) is (D7) on (C) the (G) grass (D7) a - (G) gain.
The sun's low (C) down (G) the sky, (D7) Lo - (C) - re - na,
The (D7) frost (C) gleams (D7) where (C) the
(G) flowers (D7) have (G) been.
But my (Am) heart (D7) beats (Am) on
(D7) as (Am) warmly (Bm) now,
As (B7) when (D7) the (B7) sum - (D7) - mer
(Em) days (D7) were (Em) nigh; (D7)
The (G) sun can (C) ne - (G) - ver dip (D7) so (C) low,
Or (D7) down (C) af - (D7) - fect- (C) ions
cloud - (D7) - less (G) sky.
A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
hundred months, 'twas flowery May,
When up the hilly slope we climbed,
To watch the dying of the day,
And hear the distant church bells chime.
We loved each other then, Lorena,
More than we ever dared to tell;
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our lovings prospered well.
But then, 'tis past, the years are gone,
I'll not call up their shadowy forms;
I'll say to them, "lost years, sleep on!
Sleep on! Nor heed life's pelting storms."
The story of that past, Lorena,
Alas! I care not to repeat,
The hopes that could not last, Lorena,
They lived, but only lived to cheat.
I would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now;
Cor "if we try, we may forget,"
Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena,
They burn within my memory yet;
They touched some tender chords, Lorena,
Which thrill and tremble with regret.
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke;
Thy heart was always true to me:
A duty, stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee.
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! O, 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.
Words by Rev. Henry Delafayette Webster, music by Joseph Philbrick
Webster (no relation to each other). Written in 1857. This is a
pre Civil War song which achieved wide popularity during the
conflict. For some reason, the song became a particular favorite
of the Confederacy and, in time, came to be identified with the
southern cause. Hundreds of southern girls were named for the song's
heroine, while several pioneer settlements and even a steamship proudly
bore the name. One Confederate veteran claimed to have "heard it more
during the war than any other song." Eventually a Southern general
ordered that the song never again be sang in camp; it was causing too
many homesick soldiers to desert for home.