By G. Clifton
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 throng,
Low to our hearts Love sung an old song;
And in the dusk fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.
Chorus
Just a song at twlight, when the lights are low,
And the flick’ring shadows doftly 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 yore,
Deep in our hearts it dwells forever more,
Footsteps may falter, and weary grow the way,
Still till the end, where life’s dim shadows fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all.
