  Gone art your love, that I once knew, It faded like a rose for the want of dew, But God bless you, dear, From sorrow and care. But there lies memories of your faded love. Though I’ll go along life’s gay way, Plucking the roses of a bright summer’s day. Weakened but guided by the Savior above, But still there’s memories of your faded love. Enchanted in my heart were you so strong I never dreamed fate could guide you wrong. From the wilderness came the mourn of a dove, It knows the sad story of your faded love. Onward to me the years may fly But not relieved of my tears and sighs. Remember I held you with my little golden gloves Till the distant times brought your faded love. |
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