When

Sullivan, Arthur

Sun comes, moon comes,

Time slips away.

Sun sets, moon sets,

Love, fix a day!

A year hence, a year hence.

We shall both be gray.

A month hence, a month hence.

Far, far away!

A week hence, a week hence.

Ah! the long delay!

Wait a little, wait a little,

You shall fix a day.

Tomorrow love, tomorrow,

And that's an age away.

Blaze upon her window, sun,

In honour of the day!