Lorena

	  		Key F 
 
(F) THE YEARS CREEP SLOWLY (F7) BY, LO - (Bb) RE - NA, 
 
THE (C7) SNOW IS ON THE GRASS A - (F) GAIN; 
 
THE SUN'S LOW DOWN THE (F7) SKY, LO - (Bb) RE - NA, 
 
THE (C7) FROST GLEAMS WHERE THE FLOWERS HAVE (F) BEEN. 
 
BUT MY (Dm) HEART BEATS ON AS WARMLY (Am) NOW, 
 
AS (A7) WHEN THE SUMMER DAYS WERE (Dm) NIGH; (C7) 
 
THE (F) SUN CAN NEVER (F7) DIP SO (Bb) LOW, 
 
OR (C7) DOWN AFFECTIONS CLOUDLESS (F) 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, 
TO WATCH THE DYING OF THE DAY, 
AND HEAR THE DISTANT CHURCH BELLS CHIME. 
 
 
WE LOVED EACH OTHER THEN, LORENA, 
MORE THAN WE EVER DARED TO TELL; 
AND WHAT WE MIGHT HAVE BEEN, LORENA, 
HAD BUT OUR LOVINGS PROSPERED WELL. 
BUT THEN, 'TIS PAST, THE YEARS ARE GONE, 
I'LL NOT CALL UP THEIR SHADOWY FORMS; 
I'LL SAY TO THEM, "LOST YEARS, SLEEP ON! 
SLEEP ON! NOR HEED LIFE'S PELTING STORMS." 
 
 
 
THE STORY OF THAT PAST, LORENA, 
ALAS! I CARE NOT TO REPEAT, 
THE HOPES THAT COULD NOT LAST, LORENA, 
THEY LIVED, BUT ONLY LIVED TO CHEAT. 
I WOULD NOT CAUSE E'EN ONE REGRET 
TO RANKLE IN YOUR BOSOM NOW; 
FOR "IF WE TRY, WE MAY FORGET," 
WERE WORDS OF THINE LONG YEARS AGO. 
 
 
YES, THESE WERE WORDS OF THINE, LORENA, 
THEY BURN WITHIN MY MEMORY YET; 
THEY TOUCHED SOME TENDER CHORDS, LORENA, 
WHICH THRILL AND TREMBLE WITH REGRET. 
'TWAS NOT THY WOMAN'S HEART THAT SPOKE; 
THY HEART WAS ALWAYS TRUE TO ME: 
A DUTY, STERN AND PRESSING, BROKE 
THE TIE WHICH LINKED MY SOUL WITH THEE. 
 
 
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!  O, 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. 
 
 
 
Words by Rev. Henry DeLafayette Webster, music by Joseph Philbrick Webster  
(no relation to each other). Written in 1857 
This is a pre civil war song which achieved wide popularity during the  
conflict. For some reason, the song became a particular favorite of the  
Confederancy and, in time, came to be identified with the Southern cause.  
Hundreds of Southern girls were named for the song's heroine, while several  
pioneer settlements and even a steamship proudly bore the name. One  
Confederate veteran claimed to have "heard it more during the war than any  
other song." 
 
J.P. Webster, creator of the melody, was a collaborator of S. Fillmore  
Bennett, with whom he wrote several Civil War songs, including "The Irish  
Volunteer" and "The Negro Emancipation Song." Their best-known work,  
however, was one of the most popular hymns of all time, "Sweet By and By,"  
1868. 
 
J.P. Webster also wrote, "I'll Twine 'Mid the Ringlets" 1860, which became,  
"Wildwood Flower."