They tell me Willie you have gone
And left me lonely with my fate.
Consoling to me is conviction – –
You are watching at the Gate.
Thru the many years we’ve striven
Were it early, were it late;
Now my time is spent most idly
While you’re Waiting at the Gate.
And our home. I feel it wonders
(By the merry Rapid’s brink)
Why we don’t return to claim it.
If ’twere human and could think.
Why, oh –why was it deserted
Left so voiceless and so dear,
When it did its best to cheer us
During many a happy year.
Still I know I should be grateful
And resigned unto my fate,
When I’m sure that you are watching
Waiting for me at the gate.