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 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