In the Gloaming

In the gloaming, oh, 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, oh, my darling,
 Think not bitterly of me.
 Tho' I passed away in silence,
 Left you lonely, set you free;
 For my heart was crushed 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.

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