The years creep slowly by, Lorina
Snow is on the grass again
The sun is sinking low, Lorina
Frost is where the flowers have been
The music softly plays, Lorina
Happy sounds have left today
The music's sad and low, Lorina
Where once it rang so loud and gay
I hardly feel the snow, Lorina
I know the darkness soon will pass
We'll sing our songs again, Lorina
You'll be in my arms at last
Yes, you'll be in my arms at last
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