OUR OWN
They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;We gossip, knee-by-knee;They tell us all that they have planned—Of all their joys to be,—And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,All desolate we cryAcross wide waves of voiceless graves—Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye!
They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;We gossip, knee-by-knee;They tell us all that they have planned—Of all their joys to be,—And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,All desolate we cryAcross wide waves of voiceless graves—Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye!
They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;We gossip, knee-by-knee;They tell us all that they have planned—Of all their joys to be,—And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,All desolate we cryAcross wide waves of voiceless graves—Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye!
They walk here with us, hand-in-hand;
We gossip, knee-by-knee;
They tell us all that they have planned—
Of all their joys to be,—
And, laughing, leave us: And, to-day,
All desolate we cry
Across wide waves of voiceless graves—
Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye!