Old Dog Tray

    THE morn of life is past,
    And ev'ning 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 called my own
    Have vanish'd one by one,
       The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
    Their happy smiles have flown,
    Their gentle voices gone,
       I've nothing left 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.

        Stephen Foster