When the land was white with moonlight
E. Nevin
When the land was white with moonlight
And the air was sweet with May,
I was so glad that Love would last
For ever and a day,
When the land was white with moonlight,
And the air was sweet with May.
Now the land is white with Winter,
And the dead Love laid away,
I am so glad Life cannot last
For ever and a day.