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