So much can happen in a year,
A month, a week, a day;
How sorrow can envelop us
Past what mere words could say —
And yet, there is in memory,
One joy that’s understood:
And that’s that we’ve known many things,
And some of them
Were good
So much can happen in a year,
A month, a week, a day;
How sorrow can envelop us
Past what mere words could say —
And yet, there is in memory,
One joy that’s understood:
And that’s that we’ve known many things,
And some of them
Were good