The Frost Upon The Pane - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE FROST UPON THE PANE. Copyright, 1889, by T. B. Harms & Co. Written by Richard F. Carroll. Composed by Frederic Solomon. 
The winter world was clad in white, the window-panes with frost, As in my chair that silent night I dreamed of hopes that were lost. I idly scratched the window-panes, drew fancy pictures free Of the past that could never come back again, hopes lost fore'er to me! 
Refrain. A fair-faced, brown-haired lady; a laughing, prattling child; A sweetly-pretty picture, drawn by my fancy wild; Dreams of the joys before me-had my life commenced again? I saw there in those pictures in the frost upon the panel 
The sun arose at peep o' day, struck thro' my window-pane; The melting snow was washed away, my hopes were dead again. I prayed the sun to hide its light, the frost come back again, But ah! no more came to my sight those pictures on the panel 
Refrain. Through the sun-washed windows the village church I saw. And on the sward beyond it a silent grave, no more; There lie both wife and child, my earthly hopes and aims, The dear ones that I'd pictured in the frost upon the panel