A fleeting thought, a memory's trace,
Doth linger in the heart's soft core,
Recalling time, and love, and place,
That shall return to us no more.
Doth linger in the heart's soft core,
Recalling time, and love, and place,
That shall return to us no more.
A tender sigh, a wistful gaze,
Towards the past, it oft doth stray,
Lost in the dream of bygone days,
That fade like mists at break of day.
Towards the past, it oft doth stray,
Lost in the dream of bygone days,
That fade like mists at break of day.