When memories arise,
as we think about,
all the things which happened,
when we would whisper or shout.
When memories arise,
as we think about,
all the things which happened,
when we would whisper or shout.
Don't weep for tomorrow
With memories, from the past,
For no matter, what you do,
Those thoughts, seldom last,
For we must push on,
Through pain and deepest sorrow,
If we are to have
A happier day, on the morrow.