When day’s defiant dying light
Fades, with a sombre hint of tears.
We hardly speak, we hardly dare,
Our steps are noiseless on the grass,
And shadows haunt your eyes and hair.
Does love pass as these moments pass?
1910.
When day’s defiant dying light
Fades, with a sombre hint of tears.
We hardly speak, we hardly dare,
Our steps are noiseless on the grass,
And shadows haunt your eyes and hair.
Does love pass as these moments pass?
1910.