"EVELYN"

Bill Johnson

How deep is dispair, I can not tell
Deeper perhaps than the bottom of hell
and up from the depths of this infamous well
Comes the voice or my heart this story to tell-
           --Or Evelyn

So young she seemed, thought I but a Child
With wistfull eyes and sad sweet smile
And winning ways and all the while
She had set herself my heart to beguile
            --this Evelyn


And when she had done she would not stay
Her heart cried out to be away
off with the old love a new one	today
For life is love and love is play
This is the song
             --Of Evelyn


So here I sit in my lonely room
Fearfully watehing the gathering gloom
While up from the pit comes the muffled boom
The drum or despair like the voice of doom
Saying gone, gone, forever gone	lost to my heart
               --is Evelyn