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.

by Stephen C. Foster

Comments (2)

I looked up this poem by my old dog Tray, since it is a line from my favorite movie, The Philadelphia Story.
I AM 91 AND HAD ENGISH PARENTS. AS A CHILD MY MOTHER WOULD RECITE THIS BY HEART.I AM GLAD THAT I CAN RECIEVE WORDS SO TO COPY AS I ONLY REMEMBERD A FEW WORDS. THANK YOU.