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Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew / The white snows are falling; / And all through the woods where I wandered with you / The loud winds are calling; / And the robin that piped to us tune upon tune, / Neath the oak, you remember, / O'er hill-top and forest has followed the June / And left us December.
He has left like a friend who is true in the sun / And false in the shadows; / He has found new delights in the land where he's gone, / Greener woodlands and meadows. / Let him go! what care we? let the snow shroud the lea, / Let it drift on the heather; / We can sing through it all: I have you, you have me. / And we'll laugh at the weather.
The old year may die and a new year be born / That is bleaker and colder: / It cannot dismay us; we dare it, we scorn, / For our love makes us bolder. / Ah, Robin! sing loud on your far distant lea, / You friend in fair weather! / But here is a song sung that's fuller of glee, / By two warm hearts together.