The Golden Treasury of American Songs and Lyrics

day, glide

et me

garments fl

adows whic

ng, I

me th

nce more; a

brought a lo

its g

dead whom t

for th

mile their r

living wil

a g

w, I

e first; n

now; I ne

ve th

nce more, te

adst f

gh my heart

ully knew

as f

ster

day, thy

ldst thou bu

yest

e, Ma