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