O’er in my memory

My mind has run

The now worn path

Of fine times past, indeed

 

So of this place

Where I’ve long stayed

As with all things

Which do arrive

Doth finally come

This time now

To take my somber leave

 

A thousand ways

In my old age

I’ve lived my younger days

 

If you could only

Promise me

One last thing

Before I go

 

To have as much

In memory, your own

When time for you

Doth come as well

To travel on