Gb B


[Verse 1]
B                          E       Gb    
The years creep slowly by, Lorena, snow is 
              B
on the grass again.
B                       E       Gb
The sun is sinkin' low, Lorena, frost is 
                       B
where the flowers have been.


[Verse 2]
B                       E       Gb
The music softly plays, Lorena, happy sounds
              B
have left the day.
B                        E             Gb
The music's sad and low, Lorena, where once it
                 B
rang so loud and gay.


[Verse 3]
B                       E         Gb
I hardly feel the snow, Lorena, I know the darkness
          B
soon will pass.
B                           E       Gb
We'll sing our songs again, Lorena, you'll be in
            B
my arms, at last.


[Outro]
     Gb                       B   E B Gb B
Yes, you'll be in my arms, at last.