American Old Time Song Lyrics: 59 By Gone Days
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 59
Copyright, 1894, by Louis H. Ross & Co.
Words by H. W. Pattee. Music by Payson W. Duncan.
Sitting alone, in the twilight dim, thinking of by-gone days:
Thinking of things that might have been, as into the past I gaze;
Thinking of friends who are past and gone, in visions their forms I see;
As I sit to-night alone, these mem'ries come to me;
I see once more my mother's face, that face so pure and calm;
She prayed to God above each night, to keep her boy from harm;
The mem'ries of those days gone my time never can efface.
As one by one their forms appear in some familiar place.
Sitting alone in the twilight dim, thinking of by-gone days;
Thinking of things that might have been in those dear old by-gone days.
Thinking to-night of my own sweetheart, once more her face I see;
Thinking of how we were forced to part, when fortune frowned on me.
Thinking of brothers and sisters gone, gathered in one by one,
As I sit to-night alone, thinking of dear old home;
Again the village green I see; I hear the church-bells chime;
As youthful days come back to me, those boyish days of mine.
And often through life's busy whirl my thoughts will backward gaze:
I seem to live them through again, those dear old by-gone days.-Refrain