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Our Bright, Bright Summer Days Are Gone |
Stephen Foster, 1861
I remember the days of our youth and love, When we sat 'neath the green oak tree; When thy smiles were bright as the skies above, And thy voice made music unto me. Chorus: Never more will come those happy, happy hours, Whiled away in life's young dawn; Never more we'll roam Thro' pleasures' sunny bow'rs, For our bright, bright summer days are gone. | 2. I remember the flow'rs that we cull'd by day, And the vows that we made by night; I remember the brook where we loved to stray In the bygone days of our delight. Chorus:
3. How we joyed when we met, and griev'd to part, |