 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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THE LAST WORD.
If you and I were but estranged,
We might make up another day;
Our hearts, still patient and unchanged,
Would surely, surely, find the way;
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
We might make up another day;
Our hearts, still patient and unchanged,
Would surely, surely, find the way;
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
If I had loved you all in vain,
Or your dear love had taken wings,
Why, love that went might come again,
And life is long for righting things;
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
Or your dear love had taken wings,
Why, love that went might come again,
And life is long for righting things;
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
If I might see you in the street
To-day, or any day to come
(Sometimes on faces that I meet
A look of you will strike me dumb) —
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
To-day, or any day to come
(Sometimes on faces that I meet
A look of you will strike me dumb) —
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
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If any day I woke from sleep
Might bring a letter with your name,
My heart its patient hope would keep,
Although your footsteps never came;
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
Might bring a letter with your name,
My heart its patient hope would keep,
Although your footsteps never came;
But seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
If we but breathed the same world's air,
And saw the self-same moon and sun;
If you were living anywhere!
The rank grass hides your tall gravestone.
And seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
And saw the self-same moon and sun;
If you were living anywhere!
The rank grass hides your tall gravestone.
And seeing you are dead, my dear,
There's no more to be said.
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