Ah! the voice of by gone days. 
Will come back again, 
Whispering to the weary hearted 
Many a soothing strain, 

Youthful fancy then returns, 
Childish hope the bosom burns, 
Joy, that manhood coldly spurns, 
Then flows in memory's sweet refrain. 

Ah!  the voice of bygone days 
Will come back again, 
Whispering to the weary hearted 
Many a soothing strain. 

Ah! the voice of bygone days 
Murmurs to my brain 
Till the cherish'd forms departed 
See to live again 

Weeping old-time sorrows o'er, 
Smiling as in days of yore 
When each heart its burden bore 
Of love and pity, bliss and pain. 

Ah!  the voice of by gone days 
Will come back again, 
Whispering to the weary hearted 
Many a soothing strain. 

Ah! the voice of by gone days 
Bids my memory rove 
To the fair and gentle being 
Of my early love, 

She was radiant as the light, 
She was pure as dews of night, 
And beloved of angels bright, 
She join'd their bless'd and happy train. 

Ah!  the voice of by gone days 
Will come back again, 
Whispering to the weary hearted 
Many a soothing strain.