Back in the winter of 1909,
I had a great love,
yes, he was all mine.
From heaven above
our love, did shine.
Back in the winter of 1909.
Back in the winter of 1909,
we were wed,
my love and I.
we thought the life we led
would last for all time
back in the winter of 1909.
Back in the winter of 1909,
my love grew ill,
what grief was mine!
Soon his breath grew still,
the end of the line,
back in the winter of 1909.
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