The painful hour too fast is nearing
When I must leave the scenes of old,
And lose all friendship's joys endearing,
Without which life is drear and cold ;
But often when I'm far away,
To them and you my thoughts will fly,
For long elsewhere they could not stay :
Good bye, old friends, good bye !
I leave youth's haunts with sad emotion y
And never while on earth I dwell.
My heart shall lose its deep devotion
For hill-top high and leafy dell ;
And those I lov'd in early youth
Enshrin'd within my heart shall lie,
And claim old age's steadfast truth :
Good bye, old friends, good bye ;
And claim old age's stedfast truth ;
Good bye, old friends, good bye !
