Remembrance 1865

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 13 Sep 2004

'Twas eve and May when last thro' tears,
thine eyes sought mine,
thy hand, my hand,
the night came down her silent spheres
and up the silent land.
In silence too our thoughts were furled
like ring doves in the dreaming grove,
who would not lightly lose the world,
to keep such love,
to keep such love;
who would not lightly lose the world,
to keep,
to keep such love.

But many May's with all their flowers,
are faded since that blissful time,
the last of all my happy hours,
in the golden clime.
By hands not thine
these wreaths were curled,
that hide the care my brows above
and I have almost gained the world,
but lost thy love,
have lost thy love,
and I have almost gained the world.
But lost, have lost thy love.

As tho' for some serene dead brow,
these wreaths for me, I let them twine,
I hear the voice of praise
and know, and know it is not thine.
How many long and lonely days,
I strove with life thy love to gain.
I know my work was worth thy praise,
but all was vain, but all was vain,
I know, my work was worth thy praise,
'Twas all, 'twas all in vain.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Remembrance 1865
Words by Edward Bulwer Lytton
Music by W.H.J. Graham
© 1865 by Wm. A. Pond & Co., 547 Broadway
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 13 September 2004 at 17.35
in association with Doug Grierson
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