OFTEN NOW

Often now when the sun goes down

a sadness comes to touch my heart.

I think of our tender yesterday—

Memories weave their special art

A sadness comes to touch my heart

before the twilight afterglow.

Memories weave their special art—

I dream and watch the sun burn low

Before the twilight afterglow

can steal away the sunset hour

I dream and watch the sun burn low

and ponder on true love’s power

Before the twilight afterglow

I think of our tender yesterday

and sigh and let the sadness go,

often now when the sun goes down