You Will Forget Me. The Years Are So Tender, They Bind Up The Wounds Which We Think Are So Deep; This Dream Of Our Youth Will Fade Out As The Splendor Fades From The Skies When The Sun Sinks To Sleep; The Cloud Of Forgetfulness, Over And Over Will Banish The Last Rosy Colors Away, And The Fingers Of Time Will Weave Garlands To Cover The Scar Which You Think Is A Life-Mark To-Day. You Will Forget Me. The One Boon You Covet Now Above All Things Will Soon Seem No Prize; And The Heart, Which You Hold Not In Keeping To Prove It True Or Untrue, Will Lose Worth In Your Eyes. The One Drop To-Day, That You Deem Only Wanting To Fill Your Life-Cup To The Brim, Soon Will Seem But A Valueless Mite; And The Ghost That Is Haunting The Aisles Of Your Heart Will Pass Out With The Dream. You Will Forget Me; Will Thank Me For Saying The Words Which You Think Are So Pointed With Pain. Time Loves A New Lay; And The Dirge He Is Playing Will Change For You Soon To A Livelier Strain. I Shall Pass From Your Life - I Shall Pass Out Forever, And These Hours We Have Spent Will Be Sunk In The Past. Youth Buries Its Dead; Grief Kills Seldom Or Never, And Forgetfulness Covers All Sorrows At Last.