When the shadows at twilight are falling,
And the dew softly falls on the rose;
Then days of our love I'm recalling,
As each thought into memory goes.
I could see, sweet-heart mine, as we parted,
That my dream of the future was o'er,
And our last kiss left me broken hearted,
For it meant that we part ever more,
Sweetheart, we're slowly drifting,
My heart is breaking,
Thinking of you and you alone, my darling.
Just like the tide we're drifting,
Day after day, dear,
We're drifting apart.
Oh, how often in dreams you return, dear,
and the love in your eye brightly beams;
But it seems that I will always yearn, dear,
For you come to me only in dreams.
And my life seems so bare and forsaken
That I live, dear, in dreams of you;
But the joy in my heart would awaken,
Sweetheart, if they'd only come true.
parquet, William and Keithley, E. Clinton, "Drifting Apart" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 305.
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