Chorus: Oh! brother, then prize—
Our golden dreams, brother, we so fondly cherish,
May change like morning’s rays;
Youth’s fairest joys and pleasures all may perish,
With years that pass away.
But oh! there is a sister’s prayer,
That happy be our meeting,
Safe wafted o’er life’s sea in peace,
Where time no more is fleeting.
Chorus: Oh! brother, then prize—