Old Dog Tray

The morn of life is past, And evening comes at last; It brings me a dream of a once happy day, Of merry forms I've seen Upon the village green, Sporting with my old dog Tray. Chorus: Old dog Tray's ever faithful, Grief cannot drive him away, He's gentle, he is kind; I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.

The forms I call'd my own Have vanished one by one, The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away, Their happy smiles have flown, Their gentle voices gone; I've nothing left but old but old dog Tray. Chorus

When thoughts recall the past His eyes are on me cast; I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say; Although he cannot speak I'll vainly, vainly seek A better friend than old dog Tray. Chorus