And think of all the days gone by,
the days when love was true
Come go with me to the old depot
and wave your hand goodbye
I know I've done you wrong, sweetheart
But now it's too late to cry
Sweetheart of mine, I hate to go
And leave you here all alone
May God protect and keep you,
Come, go with me to the old people
And wave your hand goodbye
I loved her, you wronged, sweetheart
But now it's too late to cry
Come go with me to the old people
And wave your hand goodbye
I know I've done you wrong, sweetheart
But now it's too late to cry
