The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Study the past if you would divine the future.

Study the past if you would divine the future.

Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.

Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

The best of prophets of the future is the past.

The best of prophets of the future is the past.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.

The next day is never so good as the day before.

The next day is never so good as the day before.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.