Song 3TOppDY7RkZNy0iSKMOK5n

We'll not let its follies grieve us

We'll just take them as they come

And then every day will leave us

A merry laugh for home

When we've left each friend and brother

When we're parted wide and far

We will think of one another

As even better than we are

Every glorious sight above us

Every pleasant sight beneath

We'll connect with those that love us

Whom we truly love till death!

In the evening, when we're sitting

By the fire perchance alone

Then shall heart with warm heart meeting

Give responsive tone for tone

There's no use in weeping

Though we are condemned to part

There's such a thing as keeping

A remembrance in one's heart

There's such a thing as dwelling

On the thought ourselves have nurs'd

And with scorn and courage telling

The world to do its worst

We can burst the bonds which chain us

Which cold human hands have wrought

And where none shall dare restrain us

We can meet again, in thought

So there's no use in weeping

Bear a cheerful spirit still

Never doubt that Fate is keeping

Future good for present ill!