Lorena The years creams slowly by Lorena Snow is on the grass again. The sun is sinking low Lorena Prose is where the flowers have been. The music said a low Lorena Happy sounds of left on day: The banjo softly played Lorena Where once they rang so loud and keen: I hardly fee led a cold Lorena I know the darkness soon will pain. Will sing our songs again Lorena You?ll be in my arms at laid.