Now my days are numbered; I cannot work anymore,
But all that I've accomplished was added up before.
I cannot sing the new songs, but the old I'll never forget
As they still linger in my mind, since childhood yet.
How wonderful to remember those songs of yore
And in my memory remember the friend I had before,
My brothers and sisters I had back in life
Have now all gone, and some had such strife
I've still got a sister, who helped so much at home
When most everyone was sick she carried on alone.
She helped bring my last two brothers into this world.
Cora was I would have to say a wonderful girl,
But now she's in her nineties and not too strong.
Just she and I left, we don't know for how long.
Yet life is like a book, a beginning and an end
Neither can help the other, we depend on relative and friend.
We've both traveled a long journey uphill and down,
Yet the star grows dimmer every day I've found,
And when life is over and we have gone to rest
Whether we've done right or wrong is anybody's guess.
All we know is that what we done we thought then right,
That is something we'll never know while in this life,
And what's beyond the river of time we may and may not know.
So many have gone before us; none came back though;
So as long as we live we'll take whatever comes,
And leave all our woes and worries behind to some one.
We know no one will take it too hard when we go,
As at our ages, we can for all our work and trials a little show.
There's one thing I can be thankful for while I've life to say.
Thanks to him who guided me, for the wife he saved that day.
She was a real lady, older, but true and brave,
And wed to a country lad worked hard and saved.
She never once criticized me for doing anything wrong,
And our lives were like a music box playing a lovely song.
I know I made many mistakes in life; who hasn't, I pray,
As no one does everything perfect; that isn't man's way.
But now she has gone to rest---a spot chosen by us two.
So today I have only half of my heart left to carry through.
Yet I'll try to do my best while traveling life's journey alone,
And if I could how I'd rejoice to not leave Gertrude at home alone.
But all that I've accomplished was added up before.
I cannot sing the new songs, but the old I'll never forget
As they still linger in my mind, since childhood yet.
How wonderful to remember those songs of yore
And in my memory remember the friend I had before,
My brothers and sisters I had back in life
Have now all gone, and some had such strife
I've still got a sister, who helped so much at home
When most everyone was sick she carried on alone.
She helped bring my last two brothers into this world.
Cora was I would have to say a wonderful girl,
But now she's in her nineties and not too strong.
Just she and I left, we don't know for how long.
Yet life is like a book, a beginning and an end
Neither can help the other, we depend on relative and friend.
We've both traveled a long journey uphill and down,
Yet the star grows dimmer every day I've found,
And when life is over and we have gone to rest
Whether we've done right or wrong is anybody's guess.
All we know is that what we done we thought then right,
That is something we'll never know while in this life,
And what's beyond the river of time we may and may not know.
So many have gone before us; none came back though;
So as long as we live we'll take whatever comes,
And leave all our woes and worries behind to some one.
We know no one will take it too hard when we go,
As at our ages, we can for all our work and trials a little show.
There's one thing I can be thankful for while I've life to say.
Thanks to him who guided me, for the wife he saved that day.
She was a real lady, older, but true and brave,
And wed to a country lad worked hard and saved.
She never once criticized me for doing anything wrong,
And our lives were like a music box playing a lovely song.
I know I made many mistakes in life; who hasn't, I pray,
As no one does everything perfect; that isn't man's way.
But now she has gone to rest---a spot chosen by us two.
So today I have only half of my heart left to carry through.
Yet I'll try to do my best while traveling life's journey alone,
And if I could how I'd rejoice to not leave Gertrude at home alone.