Interpret:

Waylon Jennings

Album:

Waylon Jennings At JD's

The years creep slowly by, Lorena
 The snow is on the grass again
 The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
 The frost gleams where the flowers have been
 But the heart throbs on as warmly now
 As when the summer days were nigh
 Oh, the sun can never dip so low
 A-down affection's cloudless 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 loving prospered well
 But then, 'tis past, the years have 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 the 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 are within my memory yet
 They touched some tender chords, Lorena
 Which thrill and tremble with regret
 'Twas not the woman's heart which spoke
 Thy heart was always true to me
 A duty stern and piercing broke
 The tie which linked my soul with thee.


 It matters little now, Lorena
 The past is in the eternal past
 Our hearts will soon lie low, Lorena
 Life's tide is ebbing out so fast
 There is a future, oh, 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.