Seems I must have dreamed a dream,
Of some other world ‘twould seem,
Where we spent love’s happy hours, you and I;
There the birds in joyous song, sang of love the whole day long,
The soft winds seemed to breathe a peaceful sigh.
I think I see you best as the sun sinks down to rest,
For ‘twas then I kissed your lips and said Goodbye;
Then you seemed to fade away, like the night before the day,
And left me here alone to wonder why.
I dream in the gloaming of you,
Of days when I know you were true,
A rose nearly grown, all your Innocence shown,
In beautiful eyes of blue;
I see you as if in a dream,
Smile back in the fire light’s gleam;
I love you yet, and I cannot forget,
When I dream in the gloaming of you.
Dear old summer said farewell,
And the winter came to dwell,
And the little birds have southward taken flight;
It is Christmas Eve again, with it’s gladness and it’s pain,
I wonder girlie where you are tonight;
I hope you’re happy there, that you never have a care,
But some day when beauty’s gone, you’ll cease to roam.
Then if you should need a friend, until life for me shall end,
I’ll be waiting here to welcome you back home.
Ingraham, Herbert, "When I Dream in the Gloaming of You" (1909). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1706.
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