In the gloaming

In the gloaming, oh, my darling!

When the lights are dim and low,

And the quiet shadows falling

Softly come and softly go.

When the winds 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!

Tho' I pass'd away in silence,

Left you lonely, set you free.

For my heart was crush'd with longing,

What had been could never be;

It was best to leave you thus, dear,

Best for you and best for me.