The Days When We Were Young
(Henry Clay Work)

Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The long long days, with a light and a shade,
Like the pearls of a necklace strung,
Like the pearls of a necklace strung?
They are gone, with all our yesterdays,
We seek their like in vain;
But we will shed no tears for them
While the bright todays remain,
While the bright todays remain.

Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The homely house in the far, far away
Where the love of our childhood clung,
Where the love of our childhood clung?
There is naught to mark that sacred spot
Save now that beaten loam;
Yet distant altars have we rear'd
In the blessed name of home,
In the blessed name of home.


Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The mates of childhood, the friends of our youth
We companion'd and loved among,
We companion'd and loved among.
Some are wand'ring far and some in death
Have closed their weary eyes;
But we rejoice in new found friends
While we weep for broken ties,
While we weep for broken ties.

From Songs of Henry Clay Work, Work
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