Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912 In The Gloaming
Meta Orred

Annie Fortescue Harrison In the gloaming, O 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, O my darling, think not bitteryly 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;
It was best to leave you thus;
Best for you and best for me.