There's no use in weeping
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:
There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst
We'll not let its follies grieve us
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home
When we've left each friend and brother
When we're parted wide and far
We will think of one another
As even better than we are
Wide and far
Every glorious sight above us
Every pleasant sight beneath
We'll connect with those that love us
Whom we truly love till death !
We can burst the bonds which chain us
Which cold human hands have wrought
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought
When we've left each friend and brother
When we're parted wide and far
We will think of one another
As even better than we are
When we've left each friend and brother
When we're parted wide and far
We will think of one another
As even better than we are
