Would I were with you, wandering on the hill

Where once we courted, by the rusting mill

Gaily the birds are singing where I lie

As in our younger days, George, you and I.

Few were the months in wedded bond of heart

Many the years since fortune did us part

Constant our love, unbroken still our tie

As in our younger days, George, you and I.

Mournful the words time wrote upon your face

All of your grief in time shall be erased

Grey be your head, but brilliant still your eye

As in our younger days, George, you and I.

Seasons of late I see your flesh decline

Watch o’er your bed as you watched over mine

Hastening the day my arms shall hold you nigh

As in our younger days, George, you and I.