When the trees are sobbing faintly
In the gloaming, oh my darling
For my heart was tossed with longing,
In the gloaming, oh my darling
when the lights are soft and low
and the quiet shadows falling
softly come and softly go.
with a gentle unknown woe
Will you think of me and love me
as you did once long ago...
think not bitterly of me
though I passed away in silence
left you lonely, set you free.
what had been could never be
It was best to leave you thus dear,
best for you and best for me.
when the lights are soft and low,
will you think of me and love me
as you did once long ago...