Upon the first day the snow came tumbling down
On the second day it lay upon the ground
On the third it covered your cold, cold grave
And I was told that I had to be brave

That I’d wake one morn with the Sun on my face
That winds blow hard yet fill our lands with grace
That I’d remember you with a smile
My poor tired head has to keep on for a while

Oh, the by and by
Oh, the by and by

On the first morn you will be on your own
On the second morn you will sip from the cup of blue
On the third walk into your heart’s core
And then you won’t have to worry anymore

Feel my heart beating here in my breast
It stirs and murmurs for you the very best
Like a small trembling bird caught in a cage
If only I could feel the wisdom of my age

Oh, the by and by
Oh, by and by