It was long, long ago in the moonlight,
We were sitting on the banks of the stream,
When you whispered so sweetly, "I love you",
As the waters murmured a tune.
Oh they tell me your love's like a flower,
In the springtime blossoms so fair,
In the fall then it withers away dear,
And they tell me that's the way of your love.
I remember the night, little darling,
We were talking of days gone by,
When you told me you always would love me,
That for me your love would never die.
It was spring when you whispered these words dear,
The flowers were all blooming so fair,
But today as the snow falls around us,
I can see that your love is not there.
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