Let sor­row’s rud­est tem­pest blow

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Where gold­en harps are ring­ing.

Let sor­row’s rud­est tem­pest blow

Each cord on earth to sev­er:

My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By

lyricist: David Nelson, 1835
Composer: George Root, 1855
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...Where gold­en harps are ring­ing.

Let sor­row’s rud­est tem­pest blow,

Each cord on earth to sev­er:...

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Where gold­en harps are ring­ing.

Let sor­row’s rud­est tem­pest blow,

Each cord on earth to sev­er:

My Days Are Gliding Swiftly By

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