Tonight it seems I'm roaming
Where the roses bloom so fair.
Again it seems we're gaily building castles in the air,
Alas! those castles crumbles one by one long, long ago,
And far away is she who fondly sighed, "I love you so."
Ev'ry night I see a picture, of a little girl in gray,
In the old lane where we parted, at the closing of the day,
Ev'ry night I dream the love dreams, that I dreamt when she was mine;
Though I lost her, still I love her, the girl I loved in Auld Lang Syne.
Last night a woman, men call fair, gave all her smiles to me,
but as she smiled another face was ll that i could see,
Anothers eyes it seemed to me, were gazing into mine,
And I was living once again, in the days of "Auld Lang Syne".
Wilkens, Verna and Roden, Robert F., "Girl I Loved in Auld Lang Syne" (1913). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 437.
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