On an old stone bench
In the worn green grass,
We told our tales,
And dreamed our dreams —
We ran there together
On an old dirt path,
Then went our ways,
And joined our teams —
For love is shy
But youth is brave,
And every hour’s
Not one
You’d think to save —
By an old stone bench,
In the worn green grass
Another summer’s
Soon to pass
And I wish I knew
Why the stream still sings,
When I lost your heart
Like so many other
Things
