I Was Your Lover Long Ago, Sweet June, Ere Life Grew Hard; I Am Your Lover Still, And Follow Gladly To The Wondrous Tune You Pipe On Golden Reeds To Vale And Hill. I Am Your Lover Still - To Me You Seem To Hold The Fragrance Of The Joys Long Dead - The Brightness And The Beauty Of The Dream We Dreamed In Youth - To Hold The Tears We Shed, The Laughter Of Our Lips - The Faith That Lies Back In That Season Dear To Every Heart, Life'S Springtime, When God'S Earth And God'S Blue Skies Are, Measured By Our Glance, Not Far Apart.