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Our Bright, Bright Summer Days Are Gone
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(published by John J. Daly, N.Y., 1861)
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I remember the days of our your youth and love,
When we sat neath the green oak tree;
When thy smiles were bright as the skies above,
And the voice made music unto me.
Chorus:
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.
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I remember the flowers that we cull’d by day,
And the vows that we made by night;
I remember the brook where we love to stray
In the by gone days of our delight.
Chorus:
3.
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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