In The Gruesome Night And The Wintry Weather, I Watched Two Dear Friends Die, And I Buried Them Both In One Grave Together. Oh! Who Is So Sad As I? For The Old Love, And The Old Year, They Both Have Passed Away; And I Never Can Find The Old Cheer Come What Will Or May. I Heard The Bell In The Tall Church Steeple Clang Out A Joyful Strain. And I Thought, 'Of All The Great World'S People, I Have The Bitterest Pain.' For The Old Year Was A Good Year, And The Old Love Was Sweet; And How Could My Heart Hold Any Cheer When Both Lay Dead At My Feet. Life May Smile And The Skies May Brighten, Winter Will Pass With Its Snows; Grief Will Wane And The Burden Lighten - And June Will Come With The Rose. But It Cannot Bring The Old Cheer To Fill My Empty Breast; For The Old Year Was The One Year, And The Old Love Was Best.