The mist that rises from the river,
Evermore--evermore,
Tells how hearts are born to sever
As of yore--as of yore.
But the silvery mist returneth
Sparkling dew and blessed rain;
So the loving heart, though distant,
Comes again--comes again.
The stars that shine in brightness o'er us
In the sky--in the sky,
Speak of loved ones gone before us
Born to die--born to die,
Who, in days of earthly sadness,
O'er us watch with tender love,
As the starlight falls around us
From above--from above.
The rose that gives, before it leaves us,
Fragrance rare--fragrance rare,
Links of love in absence weaves us
Sweet to wear--sweet to wear;
So true hearts in love united
Bound by pure affection's chain,
Though in life or death divided,
Meet again--meet again.