Lorena

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 softly plays, Lorena

Happy sounds have left today

The music's sad and low, Lorena

Where once it rang so loud and gay.

I hardly feel the snow, Lorena

I know the darkness soon will pass

We'll sing our songs again, Lorena

You'll be in my arms at last.

Yes, you'll be in my arms at last...