by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Our bright, bright summer days are gone
Language: English 
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. 

Never more will come those happy, happy hours, 
Whiled away in life's young dawn; 
Never more we'll roam through pleasure's sunny bowers, 
For our bright, bright summer days are gone. 

I remember the flowers 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 our delight. 

How we joyed when we met, and grieved to part, 
How we sighed when the night came on; 
How I longed for thee in my dreaming heart, 
Till the first fair coming of the dawn.


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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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