Story In The Gloaming
In the gloaming, oh my darling When the lights are soft and low And the quiet shadows, falling, Softly come and softly go When the trees are sobbing faintly With a gentle unknown woe Will you think of me and love me, As you did once, long ago In the gloaming, oh my darling Think not bitterly of me Though I passed away in silence Left you lonely, set you free For my heart was tossed with longing What had been could never be It was best to leave you thus, dear, Best for you, and best for me In the gloaming, oh my darling When the lights are soft and low Will you think of me, and love me As you did once long ago