Oft in the stilly night
ere slumber's chain has bound me,
fond memory brings the light
of other days around me;
the smiles, the tears
of childhood's years,
the words of love then spoken,
the eyes that shone
now dimmed and gone,
the cheerful hearts now broken.


When I remember all
the friends, so linked together,
I've seen around me fall
like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
who treads alone
some banquet hall deserted
whose lights are fled
whose garlands dead
and all but he departed.

- Thomas Moore




Time it was
and what a time it was
it was
a time of innocence
a time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
preserved your memories
they're all that's left of you..