A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held your hand in mine,
And felt your pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke;
Thy heart was always true to me
So long ago Lorena you broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee
We loved each other then, Lorena,
Far more than we ever dared to tell;
And just what might we have been, Lorena
If our love had only prospered well
But should we even consider one regret
For what we'd be now we'll neither never know;
For if we try we may forget,
We're the words of thine long years ago.
It matters little now, Lorena,
The past is in the eternal past;
Our heads will one day lie low, Lorena,
Life's time is fading out so fast.
There is a Future O, thank God
Our lives this was so small apart
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod;
But there, up there, heart to heart.
Still the years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the ground again.
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
And the frost again gleams where the flow'rs have been.