Seven long years beloved,
Yet we are parted at last;
Bitter words on either side,
Never a thought for the past.
My tears fall fast, beloved,
When I think of the years gone by,
How hand in hand we wandered
Through the path in the field of rye.
Bright dreams we had, beloved;
We were willing to work and wait;
Alas, for vague repining;
Our sorrowing comes too late.
And you are gone, beloved;
Forever gone out of my life;
I am left with grief alone,
To battle 'gainst sin and strife.
So runs the world, beloved;
Prayers and repentance are vain;
We'll never stand by the silver stream,
Or walk through the waving grain.
Seven long years, beloved,
Yet we are parted at last;
Bitter words on either side,
Never a thought for the past.