Youve gone so far away, my darling Each time I think of you I cry I press your picture to my bosom Then I feel that youre close by Years have passed youve not returned dear Now they say that you have died But your soul will live forever Now I know youll be close by I saw you last while you were leaving The tears from you I tried to hide You took me in your arms and said dear Your memory I keep close by They buried you in a lonely graveyard And a spot they left beside There Ill sleep till Jesus calls us So that we can be close by
close, dear, bosom, returned, press