Old dog Tray

Melody - Stephen Collins Foster, 1825-1864

S. C. Foster, 1853

The morn of life is past,
And evening 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 call'd my own
Have vanished one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away.
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone;
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Chorus:

"Tray" was a setter given to Stephen Foster by a friend, Colonel Matthew I. Stewart, when he was living in Allegheny.

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