 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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OUR BRIGHT, BRIGHT SUMMER DAYS ARE GONE
[1]
I remember the days of our youth and love,When we sat neath the green oak tree;
When thy smiles were bright as the skies above,
And thy 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.
[2]
I remember the flowers that we cull'd by day,And the vows that we made by night;
I remember the brook where we loved to stray
In the by gone days of our delight.
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.
[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.
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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