At Twilight
G. Ross
Let your thought be with me, oh my darling,
When the sunset illumines the sky.
For that hour is our own, and to you,
Dear, my thoughts will unceasingly fly.
When the beauty is bending above us,
From the crimson bathed sky in the West
It will bring us together in spirit,
Bring me close to the one I love best.
And so when the long day is closing,
And the twilight steals over the blue,
I'll whisper "I love you, my darling
And no one shall hear it but you."