From Year To Year - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
FROM YEAR TO YEAR. Copyright, 1897, by J. O. Groene & Co. Words and Music by Gilmore & Leonard. 
I've a story to tell if you listen to me, About how my love and I met: 'Twas a sweet day in May, the birds sang so gay, How peculiar I ne'er can forget; By a clear running stream, it's just like a dream, I sat down there to repose: When a had I espied fell close to my side, And with it a beautiful rose. 
Chorus. A bud he gave me, I watched it with care, It bloomed to a rose, his love bloomed as fair; I treasure them both, to me ever dear; I guard them by night and day from year to year. 
'Tis long years ago, our love's just the same, How oft we would stroll to the spot; And down thro' the lane to the dear stream again, A place that can ne'er be forgot; We would sit there alone, sweet thoughts it would bring, While the birds would fly to and fro. And the flower, tho' faded, I kiss it with joy, As I did in the long, long ago. - Chorus.