I ask thee not to think of me amid the gay and light,

I bid thee not remember me when all around is bright.

But should some song of former years that I have sung to thee

Steel o'er thine ear with gentle strain, then remember me.

When hope is beaming on thy path and friends around thee press,

I would not that one thought of me disturb thy happiness,

But should this bare and wintry world e'er cast it's blight on thee,

And trusted friends grow cold and chill then remember me.

Farewell, we may not meet again as we so oft have met:

You leave me, and each passing hour may teach you to forget;

But I through time unmoved, unchanged, will still remember thee,

And when the breath of life be past I'll remember thee.

Traditional - arrangement R. Langridge      Back to lyrics                        © Langsongs 2001