O the day when Somebody,
Long ago, long ago,
Never asking reasons why,
Simply loved Another so
That the hours sunny bright
Tripp'd along in happy light,
And no sorrow found its way
Into that Elysian day,-
Long ago, long ago!

Why should that dear day be still
Long ago, long ago?
There's a way where there's a will,
If One loves Another so
That, in spite of time's cold lapse,
Somebody once more perhaps
In Another's willing ear
Now may whisper, 'I am here
As I was, love, long ago!'