Years Have Come and Passed Away.
Years have come and passed away,
Golden locks have turned to gray;
Golden ringlets once so fair
Time has changed to silvery hair.
Bring to me my harp again,
Let me hear its gentle strain;
Let me hear its chords once more
Ere I pass to yon bright shore.
Yes, I'm near the river side,
Soon I'll launch upon its tide;
Soon my boat with noiseless oar
Safe will pass to yon bright shore.-Chorus.
Oh! those chords with magic power
Takes me back to childhood's hour,
To that cottage by the sea,
Where I knelt at mother's knee.-Chorus.
But that mother now is gone,
Calm she sleeps beneath the stone,
While I wander here alone
Sighing for a better home.-Chorus.
Soon I'll be among the blest,
Where the weary are at rest;
Soon I'll tread the golden shore
Singing praises evermore.-Chorus.
Now my boat is on the stream,
I can see its waters gleam;
Soon I'll be where angels roam,
Dear old harp, I'm going home.-Chorus.