ANOTHER YEAR
Another Year
I work to play , I work to love all day ,
I think it is best you rest for a day ,
Fling out your banners,
This love is hear to stay ,
I fare abroad , or the broken hearts ,
I stay at home to listen to our old love songs
We once dance with romance ,
When your love was true ,
Few are the years since that notable blessings
Of our love , Few are all we can call to this
Broken heart ,
Each year has seen blue when I had lost you ,
Every spring of every year ,
I sit down and rest ;
I bid one going day to not think about you ,
Another day I have turn gay ,
Another year I will be sixty !
Another winter I will soon be with you .
Lilly Emery (C)
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