 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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WHEN DEAR FRIENDS ARE GONE.
Happy hearts may feel no gloom,
Though the night comes on;
But our brightest joys are clouded,
When dear friends are gone:
The fairest hopes may live,
And around the spirit play;
Though dark low'ring vapors throw,
A shadow o'er the day;
But our joys are quickly flown,
And the heart droops alone,
All our hopes are drap'd in sadness,
When dear friends are gone.
Though the night comes on;
But our brightest joys are clouded,
When dear friends are gone:
The fairest hopes may live,
And around the spirit play;
Though dark low'ring vapors throw,
A shadow o'er the day;
But our joys are quickly flown,
And the heart droops alone,
All our hopes are drap'd in sadness,
When dear friends are gone.
Let us turn from grief to mirth,
Brighter days will come;
We can make each other happy,
With sweet smiles at home:
This life is all a change,
Like a fickle April day;
'Tis sunshine then shower
Now we grieve and then were gay
Yet our joys are quickly flown
And the heart droops alone
All our hopes are drap'd in sadness
When dear friends are gone
Brighter days will come;
We can make each other happy,
With sweet smiles at home:
This life is all a change,
Like a fickle April day;
'Tis sunshine then shower
Now we grieve and then were gay
Yet our joys are quickly flown
And the heart droops alone
All our hopes are drap'd in sadness
When dear friends are gone
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