Pleasure's forsaken us, Love ceased to smile;
Youth has been funeralled; Age travels fast.
Pleasure's forsaken us, Love ceased to smile;
Youth has been funeralled; Age travels fast.
Oh records of my radiant youth,
No broken heart I'll rue,
For all my best of love and truth
Is there, alive in you.
What is the matter, Young Fellow My Lad?
Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight.
Such happiness one wouldn't barter;
Yet, oh, do you never regret
The Springtide, the roses, Montmartre,
Youth, poverty, love and -- Babette?
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