Sometime it will Come.
Sometime the day will come, my dearest,
When you and I no longer wait at even
For the coming form of one who is the nearest
Each to the other, on this earth or heaven.
When you and I no longer wait at even
For the coming form of one who is the nearest
Each to the other, on this earth or heaven.
A day will dawn, when one of us stand lonely,
Thinking of the past and all it gave;
And if the love we bore each other only
Went beyond a lowly, grass-grown grave?
Thinking of the past and all it gave;
And if the love we bore each other only
Went beyond a lowly, grass-grown grave?
If, when the gates swung wide for some to enter,
You would stand waiting on the other side
For me, or I should linger—loving; tender,
Waiting at the golden gate for thee.
You would stand waiting on the other side
For me, or I should linger—loving; tender,
Waiting at the golden gate for thee.
Ah,"sometime it will come," perhaps at twilight,
Sadder still, at lonely midnight hour;
When we are thus stricken by the chilling blight
That comes to every human flower.
Sadder still, at lonely midnight hour;
When we are thus stricken by the chilling blight
That comes to every human flower.
My tears fall now at e'en the thought of parting,
Then what would follow, when real parting came?
Even as deep pains, my heart for thee is darting,
So 'twould manifold, in greater name.
Then what would follow, when real parting came?
Even as deep pains, my heart for thee is darting,
So 'twould manifold, in greater name.
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