The years creep slowly by Lorena snow is on the grass again

The sun is sinking low Lorena frost is where the flowers have been

The music softly plays Lorena happy sounds have left today

The music's sad and low Lorena where once it rang so loud and gay

I hardly feel the snow Lorena I know the darkness soon will pass

We'll sing our songs again Lorena you'll be in my arms at last

Yes you'll be in my arms at last