作曲 : H.D.L. Webster/J. Philbrick/1857
 The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
 The snow is on the grass again.
 The sun′s low down the sky, Lorena,
 The frost gleams where the flowers have been.
 But the heart throbs on as warmly now,
 As when the summer days were nigh.
 Oh, the sun can never dip so low
 A-down affection's cloudless sky.
 Oh, the sun can never dip so low
 A-down affection′s cloudless sky.
 We loved each other then, Lorena,
 More than we ever dared to tell;
 And what we might have been, Lorena,
 Had but our loving prospered well
 But then, 'tis past, the years are gone,
 I'll not call up their shadowy forms;
 I′ll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on!
 Sleep on! nor heed life′s pelting storms."
 I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on!
 Sleep on! nor heed life′s pelting storms."
 It matters little now, Lorena,
 The past is in the eternal past;
 Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena,
 Life's tide is ebbing out so fast.
 There is a Future! O, 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.