The Voice Of Bygone Days

The Voice of Bygone Days - Thomas Hampson (湯瑪斯·漢普森)

Ah! the voice of by gone days,

Will come back again,

Whispering to the weary hearted

Many a soothing strain.

Youthful fancy then returns,

Childish hope the bosom burns,

Joy, that manhood coldly spurns,

Then flows in memory's sweet refrain.

Ah! the voice of by gone days

Will come bakc again,

Whispering to the weary hearted

Many a soothing strain.

Ah! the voice of by gone days

Murmurs to my brain

Till the cherish'd forms departed

Seem to live again

Weeping old-time sorrows o'er,

Smiling as in days of yore

When each heart its burden bore

Of love and pity, bliss and pain.

Ah! the voice of by gone days

Will come bakc again,

Whispering to the weary hearted

Many a soothing strain.

Ah! the voice of by gone days

Bid my memory rove

To the fair and gentle being

Of my early love.

She was radiant as the light,

She was pure as dews of night,

And beloved of angels bright,

She join'd their bless'd and happy train

Ah! the voice of by gone days

Will come bakc again,

Whispering to the weary hearted

Many a soothing strain.