But here I have never
Thy hand clasped in mine;
Yet round us forever,
Affection shall twine.
And oft this fond token
Shall whisper to me,
Of friendship unbroken,
In remembrance of thee.
Its freshness may perish;
But ne’er can depart
But here I have never
Thy hand clasped in mine;
Yet round us forever,
Affection shall twine.
And oft this fond token
Shall whisper to me,
Of friendship unbroken,
In remembrance of thee.
Its freshness may perish;
But ne’er can depart