Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
