by George Cooper (1840 - 1927)

When old friends were here
Language: English 
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.

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
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Word count: 113