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
 And down affection's cloudless sky
 A hundred months have passed, Lorena
 Since last I held that hand in mine
 And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
 Though mine beat faster far than thine
 A hundred months, 'twas flowery May
 When up the hilly slope we climbed
 Oh, to watch the dying of the day
 And hear the distant church bells chime
 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, oh, 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