To-Night I Close My Eyes And See A Strange Procession Passing Me The Years Before I Saw Your Face Go By Me With A Wistful Grace; They Pass, The Sensitive Shy Years, As One Who Strives To Dance, Half Blind With Tears. The Years Went By And Never Knew That Each One Brought Me Nearer You; Their Path Was Narrow And Apart And Yet It Led Me To Your Heart Oh Sensitive Shy Years, Oh Lonely Years, That Strove To Sing With Voices Drowned In Tears.