Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
Spirit of the Summer-Time

            J. L. Malloy; Arr. by W. A. W.

Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throngs
Low to our hearts love sand and old sweet song;
And in the dusk when fell the twilight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows sofly come and go
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes love's old song,
Comes love's old sweet song.

Even today we hear love's song of your.
Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore,
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way,
Still we can hear it at the close of day.
So to the end when life's dim shadows fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all.


© 1999, Lynn Waterman