A Refrain
Oh love I hear your calling
through the mist of the dying years
entreating me! entreating me!
my soul is bathed in tears.
If the sands of my life
could flow backwards
and I could behold you again
my heart would leap to your call
our souls would melt into one
all gladness be joy to me then.
How the years have passed between us
our lives are our own no more
only a memory is left us
of the love which we once bore.
And the friends of my life
have proved faithless
as ashes that crumble at dawn
the depth of their love entinquished
their warmth and their comfort
are naught but mute memories.
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