All the merry days

Oh! All the merry days,
Which are no more;
When you were there,
To heal my sore.
Now, life is nothing but a bore!

Oh! All the merry days,
Which were not shrouded by fears;
When you were there,
To rub off my tears;
Oh! Gone are the days when I held you so dear!

Oh! All the merry days,
Which I recollect this night;
Were so happy and gay,
And oh! so bright!
But sadly they are out of sight!

Oh! All the merry days,
When love was everywhere;
Only your name I could say,
For only you did I care.
And all your burdens my heart did bear.

Oh! All the merry days,
When grief seemed unknown;
There was no dismay,
I never knew when the wild wind had blown.
Despair creeped in and those days were gone!