Thomas Hardy - Saying Good-bye lyrics

We are always saying   “Good-bye, good-bye!” In work, in playing, In gloom, in gaying:   At many a stage   Of pilgrimage   From youth to age   We say, “Good-bye,    Good-bye!” We are undiscerning   Which go to sigh, Which will be yearning For soon returning;   And which no more   Will dark our door,   Or tread our shore,   But go to die,    To die. Some come from roaming   With joy again; Some, who come homing By stealth at gloaming,   Had better have stopped   Till d**h, and dropped   By strange hands propped,   Than come so fain,    So fain. So, with this saying,   “Good-bye, good-bye,” We speed their waying Without betraying   Our grief, our fear   No more to hear   From them, close, clear,   Again: “Good-bye,    Good-bye!”