Intro:
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
(Instrumental)
Verse:
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountainside
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
Verse:
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide
Therе are a hundred places whеre I fear to go,—
So with his memory they brim
Bridge:
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
Outro:
And so I stand stricken, so remembering him