Page:Hand in hand; (IA handinhand00kipl).pdf/112

 Winds in the autumn, to lash the waves to roar, He is on the sea, maybe, I am on the shore. Tossing mat o' sea-wrack, tangle-weed afloat, Have you been the lucky one, did ye touch his boat? Sunrise, sunset, Ah, the weary day! 'Tis here he was, an' I am here, An' he is gone away.

Winter comes at long last, an' the snow is spread Cold an' white an' even, like a face that's dead, Women love a lifetime, that's not the way with men, 'Tis I'll be old an' ugly, an' will he love me then? Sunrise, sunset, Slow goes the day. 'Tis here he was, an' I am here, An' he is gone away.