Old Folks

Áh, dun 't bc sol rowful, dading, An 1 -luu'i !,■ g ip .-,,.■. uil, n-.iy Qg t li" i ai togei Iht my deur, Tbure isu't more uiglit tliar. ïay. 'ïla raJny nroaihfr, ny Jarlfng, Time'n v;i ves, tlicy lieavïlj ntn, Hut year together, my dear, Thtic iin't more night th o ay. V' aro old fttlks now, my uarlipg, Our IiarlU tiwy aro gruwíii; srajj But taking ttio yeui 3 dear, Yon wii! ;ilwivs t.ml tbeMny ! Wc have bad our May, my darling, And our rosea leñg agos Aml ilu' Ome "f yeár coming, to.T '1e.;r, por the lilent uight arul tUesm ' AnJ God - G' d . my da 1 lii;':'. Of algtit au Wbil ;i of day, Anil wcft'cl and knuw that we can go WherevOT he leadtj the way. Ayt', Goá of thP ni-bt, niy darling - Ortiic Qight of Öeath so gfïto ; Tbr gptte that lr;uN out of lïfe, goodwSe, K tbs ga te i'ki t Icadi tu Him.