The years creep slowly by Lorina snow is on the grass again
The sun is sinking low Lorina frost is where the flowers have been
The music softly plays Lorina happy sounds have left today
The music's sad and low Lorina where once it rang so loud and gay
I hardly feel the snow Lorina I know the darkness soon will pass
We'll sing our songs again Lorina you'll be in my arms at last
Yes you'll be in my arms at last