In my childhood songs did ferry me to dreamland,
On boats of lullaby.
And in my youth were songs I used to sing and hum,
So my woes bid goodbye.
A song kept together me and the one I love,
Us, as one, you did bind.
While on the altar knelt for us did sing the choir,
After we'd walked the isle.
Again for my offsprings the lullabies were sung,
Like for me it was done.
I am now in old age, I sing not anymore,
A song I can't recall.
A song will come along on my way to the grave
and my eternal rest.
When I'm already gone, will someone still mourn
And still sing our song?
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