Through Long Long Years by Frederick Delius Lyrics
Through long, long years we must atone
For what was a trifling pleasure;
And what we dismiss with a careless smile
We cannot recall by long weeping
For sorrows grow and hot tears flow from red roses
For what was a trifling pleasure;
And what we dismiss with a careless smile
We cannot recall by long weeping
For sorrows grow and hot tears flow from red roses