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I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....
Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
