When old friends were here, In days that are flown, How fond were the hands Which oft clasp'd my own, The pathways of life Were pleasures sunny hue, And voices were near, With tones warm and true. Chorus: All are gone! No loved one's near! I weep for the happy days When old friends were here, When old friends were here, Those gentle friends so dear! I weep for the happy days When old friends were here! When old friends were here We roamed o'er the hills, We sang merry songs, As free as the rills, But Time on its wave Has rudely bourne away The fair dewy flowers Of Life's early day.
- by George Cooper (1840 - 1927) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "When old friends were here", published 1864. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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