Now our days are dwindling down The fresh green leaves have turned all brown Look back, look back, the Maytime days Look back all the green valley. Yet oh my darling think of me When you are in that far countree The wonders there so strange to see. Look back all the green valley Look back look back the time will come When you and I are past and gone. From a google books search Also says "sung by the New Briar Rose Ramblers" on the previous page.
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