Lorena

Gb B B E Gb The years creep slowly by, Lorena, snow is B on the grass again. B E Gb The sun is sinkin' low, Lorena, frost is B where the flowers have been. B E Gb The music softly plays, Lorena, happy sounds B have left the day. B E Gb The music's sad and low, Lorena, where once it B rang so loud and gay. B E Gb I hardly feel the snow, Lorena, I know the darkness B soon will pass. B E Gb We'll sing our songs again, Lorena, you'll be in B my arms, at last. Gb B E B Gb B Yes, you'll be in my arms, at last.