American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 Good Bye At The Door
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28
GOOD-BYE AT THE DOOR
I Of all the mem'ries of the past
That comes like summer-dreams,
Whose rainbow hues still round us cast
Their bright but fleeting beams,
The dearest, sweetest that can be,
Of days long gone before,
Are those that bring to mind to me
The good-bye at the door.
Are those that bring to mind to me
The good-bye at the door.
But time and place had quite estranged
Each early friend we knew;
How few remain, how many changed
Of those we deemed so true.
Those happy hours again to me
But mem'ry can restore,
And life's last moments seem to be
The good-bye at the door.
And life's last moments seem to be
The good-bye at the door.