Philip Paul Bliss - Life's Indian Summer

1.
There's no one to stand by me baking day,
Watching for bits of dough;
There's no one to tease for a little pie,
Or xake, or turnover, on the sly,­­
Do you note the change dear Joe?

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Dreamily on the years do go,
We are all a lone, dear Joe,
All alone! All alone!

2.
It was not so lonely in early days,
Joseph, for you and me;
We sat in the light of the hemlock bough,
And plann'd for the future­­ the past, 'tis now
Far away, how can it be?

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Dreamily on the years do go,
We are all a lone, dear Joe,
All alone! All alone!

3.
There's never the patter of little feet,
Never a song of glee,
There's no one to push up a chair beside,
And prattle away of a pony ride,
Oh the house is too still for me.

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Dreamily on the years do go,
We are all a lone, dear Joe,
All alone! All alone!

4.
Our children have scatter'd­­ have pass'd away,
Leaving an empty nest,
One darling we burried beneath the sod­­
Our on ly one that has gone to God,
And the world has claim'd the rest.

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Dreamily on the years do go,
We are all a lone, dear Joe,
All alone! All alone!

5.
And so I was sad, as I baked today,
Dreaming of now, and then,
I thou't of the fingers that stole the dough­
The dear little fingers that bother'd me so,
And I wish'd them back again.

[REFRAIN]
Dreamily on the years do go,
We are all a lone, dear Joe,
All alone! All alone!