Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

More from Teach me to forget.

• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me Home.
• Oh pilot, ‘t is a fearful night! There’s danger on the deep.
• Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There's danger on the deep. The Pilot.
• She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met.
• She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met. She wore a Wreath.