American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 Forgotten
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 53
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.