Copyright, 1896, by The Zeno Mauvais Music Co.
Words by F. E. Belden. Music by D. S. Hakes.
Like the roses, torn and faded,
Like the blossoms, crashed and dead;
Like the day by night o'ershaded,
Like a dream forever fled.
Are the dearest friends we cherish,
When in silent sleep they lie;
For the sweetest buds that perish
Are forgotten when they die.
Beauty fades, and roses perish, And the brown leaves scattered lie;
And the fondest hopes we cherish are forgotten When they die.
Sadly, sweetly, faintly calling
For the mate that ne'er returns.
Waits the bird when night is falling;
And his lonely, sad heart yearns
For the darling that has vanished,
For the sweet one that has flown;
But how soon life's grief Is banished,
And no more he sings alone.- Chorus.
Oh! how soon, our forms forgetting,
Will our dear ones cease to weep,
Cense to mourn, and Cease regretting
When beneath the buds we sleep;
When the flowers bloom above us
That were watered by the tears,
And the friends who dearly love as
Shall forget us with the years.- Chorus.