I wandered by the village Tom, I sat beneath the tree,
Upon the schoolhouse playing ground that sheltered you and me.
But none are left to greet me Tom and few are left to know,
That played with us upon the green just fifteen years ago.
The river's running just as still, the willows on its side,
Are larger than they were dear Tom the stream appears less wide.
But in kneeling down beside the stream dear Tom I startled so,
To see how sadly I am changed since fifteen years ago.
But when our time shall come dear Tom and we are called to go,
I hope they'll lay us where we played just fifteen years ago.
Just fifteen years ago.
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