the years creep slowly by, lorena
snow is on the grass again
the sun is sinkin\' low, lorena
frost is where the flowers have been
the music softly plays, lorena
happy sounds have left the day
the music\'s sad and low, lorena
where once it rang so loud and gay
i hardly feel the snow, loerna
i know, the darkness soon will pass
we\'ll sing our songs again, lorena
you\'ll be in my arms at last
yes, you\'ll be in my arms at last
