{title: Lorena}
{artist: Tennessee Ernie Ford}
{meta: imported_credit Tennessee Ernie Ford}
{meta: credit_status unverified}
{meta: source https://www.jasonpaul.net/songs/lorena/}
{capo: 5}
{c: Verse 1}
Oh, the [C]years creep slowly by, [F]Lorena, the [G]snow is on the ground [C]again
The [C]sun's low down the sky, [F]Lorena, the [G]frost gleams where the flow'rs have [C]been.
But the [Am]heart throbs on as warmly [Dm]now, as [E]when the summer days were [Am]nigh. [G]
Oh, the [C]sun can never dip so [F]low[Dm],   And-[G]down affection's cloudless [C]sky.

[C]    [E]   [F]   [G]

{c: Verse 2}
A [C]hundred months have passed, Lo[F]rena, since [G]last I held that hand in [C]mine,
And [C]felt the pulse beat fast, Lo[F]rena, Though [G]mine beat faster far than [C]thine.
A [Am]hundred months, 'twas flowery [Dm]May, When [E]up the hilly slope we [Am]climbed, [G]
To [C]watch the dying of the [F]day[Dm],  and [G]hear the distant church bells [C]chime.

[C]    [E]   [F]   [G]

{c: Verse 3}
It [C]matters little now, Lor[F]ena, The [G]past is in the eternal [C]past;
Our [C]heads will soon lie low, Lo[F]rena, Life's [G]tide is ebbing out so [C]fast.
There is a [Am]Future! O, thank [Dm]God! Of [E]life this is so small a [Am]part! [G]
'Tis [C]dust to dust beneath the [F]sod[Dm];  but [G]there, up there, 'tis heart to [C]heart.