In the moonlight
A. Harrison
In the golden summer moonlight
When the night in gales are still
Do you ever go, my darling,
By the old way, down the hill?
Do you ever think, I wonder,
Of the words we spake, so low...
Just one little year ago.
In the golden Summer moonlight
Shall we wander'd,
'Neath the silent dreaming sky?
All the pain and all the parting
I, forgive you, I, who know