How sad, how lovely
How short, how sweet
To see the sunset at the end of the street
And the day gathered in to a single light
And the shallows rising
From the brim of the night
Too few, too few are the days that will hold your face
Your face in a blaze of cold
How sad, how lovely
How short, how sweet
To see the sunset at the end of the street
And the lights going on in the shops and the bars
And the lovers looking for the first little signs
Like life, like your smile, like the fall of leaf
How sad, how lovely, how sweet
