The years creep slowly by, lorenaThe snow is on the grass againThe sun's low down the sky, lorenaThe frost gleams where the flowers have beenBut my heart beats on as warmly nowAs when the summer days were nighThe sun can never dip so lowOr down affections cloudless skyA hundred months have passed, lorenaSince last I held that hand in mineAnd felt the pulse beat fast, lorenaThough mine beat faster far than thineA hundred months, 'twas flowery mayWhen up the hilly slope we climbedTo watch the dying of the dayAnd hear the distant church bells chimeWe loved each other then, lorenaMore than we ever dared to tellAnd what we might have been, lorenaHad but our lovings prospered wellBut then, 'tis past, the years are goneI'll not call up their shadowy formsI'll say to them, "lost years, sleep on!Sleep on! nor heed life's pelting stormsThe story of that past, lorenaAlas! I care not to repeatThe hopes that could not last, lorenaThey lived, but only lived to cheatI would not cause e'en one regretTo rankle in your bosom nowFor "if we try, we may forgetWere words of thine long years agoYes, these were words of thine, lorenaThey burn within my memory yetThey touched some tender chords, lorenaWhich thrill and tremble with regret'twas not thy woman's heart that spokeThy heart was always true to meA duty, stern and pressing, brokeThe tie which linked my soul with theeIt matters little now, lorenaThe past is in the eternal pastOur heads will soon lie low, lorenaLife's tide is ebbing out so fastThere is a future! o, thank god!Of life this is so small a part!It is dust to dust beneath the sodBut there, up there, it is heart to heart
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Johnny Cash (nacido como J. R. Cash, Kingsland, Arkansas, 26 de febrero de 1932-Nashville, 12 de septiembre de 2003) fue un cantante, compositor, músico y actor estadounidense. Considerado como uno de los músicos más influyentes del siglo XX. Considerado «el…
