When old friends were here

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.

Chorus:

All are gone!

No loved one's near!

I weep for the happy days

When old friends were here,

Those gentle friends so dear!

I weep for the 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.