I remember the days of our youth and love
When we sat neath the green oak tree;
When thy smiles were bright as the skies above
And thy voice made music unto me

Never more will come those happy, happy hours
Whiled away in life's young dawn;
Never more we'll roam through pleasure's sunny bowers
For our bright, bright summer days are gone

I remember the flowers that we cull'd by day
And the vows that we made by night;
I remember the brook where we loved to stray
In the bygone days our delight

Never more will come those happy, happy hours
Whiled away in life's young dawn;
Never more we'll roam through pleasure's sunny bowers
For our bright, bright summer days are gone

How we joyed when we met, and grieved to part
How we sighed when the night came on;
How I longed for thee in my dreaming heart
Till the first fair coming of the dawn

Never more will come those happy, happy hours
Whiled away in life's young dawn;
Never more we'll roam through pleasure's sunny bowers
For our bright, bright summer days are gone