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I wandered into Phillistown, I sat beside the rill,
I gazed upon the setting sun as it sank behind the hill;
I gazed on it one moment while the very sight I seen,
For the sun it was no larger than when we were sweet sixteen.
The little trout swims in the brook, they wander down below,
They swim until they ever will as they used to long ago;
The little meadow by the brook is just as fresh and green,
'Twas just as fresh as though it were when we were sweet sixteen.
Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
For come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
Your past and past and you are gone, on earth we'll meet no more,
But we will meet in heaven above on that eternal shore;
And when we meet no more we'll part, in heaven we both shall reign,
No more we'll sigh for days gone by when we were sweet sixteen.
Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
For come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
I ponder on those days gone by as we sat beside the rill,
And gazed upon the setting sun as it sank beneath the hill;
We gazed on it a moment now and the very sight it seemed,
That the sun it was no larger than when we were sweet sixteen.
How I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
We went a little further on, it was up the hill we walked,
And sat down on that very stone where we oft' times sat and talked;
We talked about those days gone by so blissful and serene,
We talked about those days gone by when we were sweet sixteen.
How I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
The little fish swims in the brook and he wanders down below,
He swims there still and he ever will as he did long years ago;
The little meadow by the brook is just as fresh and clean,
It's just as fresh now as it was when we were sweet sixteen.
How I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
The past is past and she is gone, on earth we'll meet no more,
But we will meet in heaven above on that eternal shore;
And when we meet no more we'll part, in heaven we both shall reign,
No more to sigh for days gone by when we were sweet sixteen.
How I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
I [G] ponder on those days gone by as we sat [C] beside the [G] rill,
And gazed upon the [Em] setting [C] sun as it [G] sank [Am] beneath the [D] hill.
[G] We gazed on it a moment now and the very [C] sight it [G] seemed,
That the sun it was no [Em] larger [C] than when [G] we were [Am] sweet [G] sixteen.
I [D] ponder [A] on those [Bm] days gone [G] by as [D] we sat [G] beside the [A] rill,
And [G] gazed [D] upon the [Bm] setting [G] sun as it [D] sank [E] beneath the [A] hill.
We [D] gazed on [A] it a [Bm] moment [G] now and the [D] very [G] sight it
[A] seemed,
That the [D] sun it [D] was no [Bm] larger [G] than when [D] we were [A] sweet [G] sixteen.
[D] How I [A] long for those [Bm] bright [G] days to [D] come again [G] once [A] more,
But [D] come a- [G] gain they [Bm] never [G] will for [D] now I'm [A] sixty-four [G] four.
