We have lost the joy of the household
And the solace of our old age
She must have known how we loved her
Oh, that she could now know how deeply, how tenderly we do still
And shall ever love her dear joyous face
Pure and transparent, her eyes sparkled brightly
She often smiled
Often threw her head a little backwards
And the solace of our old age
She must have known how we loved her
Oh, that she could now know how deeply, how tenderly we do still
And shall ever love her dear joyous face
Pure and transparent, her eyes sparkled brightly
She often smiled
Often threw her head a little backwards