Oh, the years creep slowly by, Lorena The snow is on the ground again The sun's low down the sky, Lorena The frost gleams where the flowers have been But the heart beats on as warmly now As when summer days were nigh Oh, the sun can never dip so low Or down affection's cloudless sky Oh, the sun can never dip so low Or down affection's cloudless sky A hundred months have passed, Lorena Since last I held that hand in mine And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena Though mine beat faster far than thine A hundred months, 'twas flowery May When up that hilly slope we climbed To watch the dying of the day And hear the distant church bells chime To watch the dying of the day And hear the distant church bells chime It matters little now, Lorena The past is the eternal past Our hands will soon lie low, Lorena Life's tide is ebbing out so fast There is a future, oh, thank God Of life this is so small a part 'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart 'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart