When old friends were here
In days that are flown
How fond were the hands
Which oft clasp'd my own

The pathways of life
Were pleasures sunny hue
And voices were near
With tones warm and true

All are gone!
No loved one's near!
I weep for the happy days
When old friends were here
When old friends were here
Those gеntle friends so dear!
I weep for thе happy days
When old friends were here!

When old friends were here
We roamed o'er the hills
We sang merry songs
As free as the rills
But Time on its wave
Has rudely bourne away
The fair dewy flowers
Of Life's early day