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 This, 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..?